Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

Cotton
Black
Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a gospel tail
Ghetto gospel is- listen
Rotten' Cotton in God's eyes

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
Steady stressin' and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an grave
Never got paid but we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this
gonna 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?
to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets-
Lookin' through my highschool
Reminiscin' of the as the years took
One homie, two homie, three - POOF
We to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In eyes)

Eminem]

Nobody don't
(No how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
Nobody care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)(Rotten 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 like my to thin air/Please answer my questions)
don't care

[Kastro: 3]

In the of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to destruct
Old heads say live your life such
Your sure to her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em
Your power was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go what i know
I dont trust
what the 80's did
To what's kids
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

[Young Verse 4]
Black Cotton, im plotin on wit they 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 and certainly we survived as Outlaw Ridas
the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, mask and gloves
If you got a penny, mind tha bllod
No
for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't till they givin me mine
Cotton