Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

Black cotton, black cotton, black
A for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel
Ghetto that is, listen
Robbin's cotton in God's eyes, speak

Black
Steady Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst is the first question
Why do we work like slaves, blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave Em and

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

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

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

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

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 don't
(Seems like my vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care

In the of the beast I'm bubblin' up
Runnin' out of luck, to self destruct
Old say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em

Your power movement was but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go what I know, I don't trust none
Look what the did to us baby kids
And now we grown up, ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit they all my homies
I'm hurtin' but the momoners irkin'
And we ain't stop, it's cutains, you try to
And certainly we survive with Ridas

What's the reward for a
If the Lord lovin' us then why hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun cocked like gloves
If you got a penny, mind the glove no love

for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times hearts with milita minds
Black I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
cotton I ain't stoppin' till 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)

don't 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)

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

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