Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

Black
Black
Black Cotton - A symbol for struggle
Time for a little gospel
gospel that is- listen
Rotten' Black in God's eyes

[Verse One:

Black
Steady stressin' and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the tre')
that then answer this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a true
You to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at let's get a piece
I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We used to have but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

Eminem]

Nobody care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)(Rotten Black Cotton in eyes)
Nobody don't
(Seems my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
don't care
(Feels I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
Nobody don't
(Seems my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody care

Verse 3]

In the of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, to self destruct
Old say live your life like such
sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
Your power was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go what i know
I dont none
Look what the did
To what's kids
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

[Young Noble: 4]
Black Cotton, im plotin on wit homie, i'm workin without a profit, ****** with all my homies, i'm hurtin but keep ur **** and it's urkin, and we ain't stoppin as curtains, you try to rize and certainly we survived as Outlaw Ridas
the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, mask and gloves
If you aint got a penny, tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Black
I ain't stoppin' they givin me mine
Cotton