Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

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

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

If not peace at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seein' bodies on the streets,
Lookin' through my high school
of the tears as the years took

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to
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 care
(Seems my dreams 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 vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care

In the belly of the beast I'm up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your like such
sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em

power movement was cool but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know, I don't trust
Look what the 80's did to us kids
And now we grown up, ain't own us yet

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

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

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

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