Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

Answer that answer this too
Loves gonna get ya you know true life's a bitch true
You best to and try to act black 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' bodies on the streets,
Lookin' my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took

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

Nobody care
(No how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody care
(Seems my dreams drowned in by screams)
(No to my questions)

Nobody don't
(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 don't

In the of the beast I'm bubblin' up
Runnin' out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live your life like
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em

Your power movement was cool but it fix nothin'
So I just go with I know, I don't trust none
Look the 80's did to us baby kids
And now we grown up, nobody own us yet

cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit they all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the momoners
And we stop, it's cutains, you try to rise
And certainly we survive with Outlaw

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

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

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

don't care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm tested)
don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)

Nobody care
(No matter how hard I try to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
Nobody care
(Seems like my dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

don't 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)
Nobody don't