Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

Black
Steady stressin' 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 paid but still we Em and Andre

that then answer this too
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a 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 gotcha sprung now your hung, do ya feel me?
Dum dum is it me?
Attempt to reach each and brother on the streets

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

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to
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 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)
don't care

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 wouldn't to 'em

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

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

What's the for a strugala
If the Lord lovin' us then why they 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 good hearts with minds
cotton I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black cotton I ain't stoppin' they givin' me mine, black cotton

don't care
(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)

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