Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

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 blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the tre')
Answer that then answer this
Thugs get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and
Not to be and positive but why be negative?
What's the G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach each and brother on the streets
If not peace at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

Verse 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Running out of luck, about to destruct
Old say live your life like such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em
power movement was cool
But it fix nothin'
So I go with what i know
I dont trust
Look what the did
To Bebe's kids
And now we up
ain't own us yet

[Young Verse 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, black mask and
If you aint got a penny, tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a to blaze
times good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till givin me mine
Cotton