Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

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

What's the matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha now your hung, do ya feel 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 tired of seein' 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 troops but now there's no more to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto souls of cotton in God's eyes

Nobody care
(No matter how I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody don't
(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 don't
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care

In the belly of the I'm bubblin' up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live life like such
Your to catch her witcha 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 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 but keep the momoners irkin'
And we ain't stop, it's cutains, you try to
And we survive with Outlaw Ridas

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

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

Nobody care
(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)

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

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