Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

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

What's the G? Black cat got your 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 then at least let's get a piece
I'm of seein' bodies on the streets, deceased
Lookin' through my school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody don't
(No how hard 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)

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)

Nobody care
(No how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
don't care
(Seems my dreams 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 my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody don't