Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

Black
stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first
Why do we work slaves, sweatin' blades 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 life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act and live
Not to be phony and but why be negative?

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

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

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

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

In the of the beast I'm bubblin' up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your like such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em

Your power movement was cool but it ain't fix
So I just go what I know, I don't trust none
what the 80's did to us baby kids
And now we grown up, ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what owe me
I'm workin' without a profit 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

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

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

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

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