Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

Answer that then answer too
Loves gonna get ya you it's true life's 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 matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now hung, do ya feel me?
Dum dum is it me?
Attempt to reach 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' my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took

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

don't 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)

Nobody don't
(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)
Nobody don't

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

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

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

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

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

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

don't 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)

Nobody 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