Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons 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 slave Em and

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

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

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

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to have but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto of black 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)

Nobody care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's I'm being tested)
Nobody care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody don't

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

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

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what owe me
I'm without a profit they shacklin' all my homies
I'm but keep the momoners irkin'
And we ain't stop, it's cutains, you try to
And certainly we survive with Outlaw

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

for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times hearts with milita minds
Black cotton I'm hoppin' enemy lines
Black cotton I ain't stoppin' 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 dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

don't care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's I'm being 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 my dreams 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 don't
(Seems my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care