Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

cotton
Steady Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst is the first question
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 life's a bitch true
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 sprung now your hung, do ya me?
Dum dum is it me?
to reach each and every brother on the streets

If not peace then at least get a piece
I'm of seein' bodies on the streets, deceased
Lookin' my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took

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

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)

Nobody don't
(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)
Nobody care

In the belly of the beast I'm up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say your life 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 what I know, I don't trust none
Look what the 80's did to us 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 keep the irkin'
And we ain't stop, cutains, you try to rise
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, the glove no love

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

Nobody don't
(No how hard 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 I'm being 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 don't
(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 don't
(Seems like my prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody don't