Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

Black cotton, black cotton, black
A symbol for unrewarded
Time for a little tale
gospel that 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 like slaves, blades to an early grave
Never got but still we slave Em and Andre

Answer that answer this too
Loves gonna get ya you know true life's a bitch true
You best to and try to act black and live
Not to be and positive but why be negative?

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

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

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

don't 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)

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

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

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

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

What's the for a strugala
If the Lord us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun like nasty 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 milita minds
Black I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black cotton I ain't 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 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 like my vanish to thin 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 like I'm tested)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care