Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

Answer 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

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

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

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

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)

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

Your 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

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

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

Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times good hearts with milita
Black cotton I'm hoppin' over enemy
Black cotton I ain't till 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 dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

Nobody care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm tested)
Nobody care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)

Nobody don't
(No how hard 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)
don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody don't