Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' to an early grave
got paid but still we slave Em and Andre

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

the matter 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 every brother on the

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

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

Nobody care
(No how hard 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 care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm tested)
Nobody care
(Seems my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Runnin' out of luck, about to destruct
Old heads say live your life such
Your sure to her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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