Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

Black cotton, black cotton, cotton
A symbol for struggle
Time for a gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is,
Robbin's black cotton in God's eyes,

Black
Steady Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' to an early grave
got paid but still we slave Em and Andre

Answer that answer this too
Loves get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and
Not to be and positive but why be negative?

What's the matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung, do ya me?
Dum dum is it me?
to reach each and every brother on the streets

If not peace then at least let's get a
I'm tired of bodies on the streets, deceased
Lookin' through my high yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took

One homie, two homie, three homies,
We used to have but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of black cotton in God's

Nobody care
(No matter how hard I try to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

Nobody care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm tested)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care

In the belly of the I'm bubblin' up
Runnin' out of luck, about to destruct
Old heads say your life like such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I listen to 'em

Your movement was cool but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know, I don't trust
what the 80's did to us baby kids
And now we up, nobody ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what owe me
I'm without a profit they shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the irkin'
And we ain't stop, cutains, you try to rise
And we survive with Outlaw Ridas

the reward for a strugala
If the Lord us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun cocked like nasty
If you ain't got a penny, the glove no love

Waitin' for my 40 acas and a to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts milita minds
Black I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black cotton I ain't stoppin' they givin' me mine, black cotton

Nobody don't
(No how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
don't care
(Seems like my drowned in by screams)
(No to my questions)

Nobody care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's I'm being tested)
Nobody care
(Seems like my prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)

Nobody don't
(No matter how hard I try to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

Nobody care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm tested)
Nobody care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)
don't care