Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the question
Why do we like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we (In the nine tre')
Answer that then this too-
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 matter G? Black cat got your
Fat track sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not peace then at least get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets-
through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We used to troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Running out of luck, about to destruct
Old heads say live your life such
sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
Your movement was cool
But it fix nothin'
So I go with what i know
I dont none
what the 80's did
To Bebe's kids
And now we up
ain't 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 rize and certainly we survived as Outlaw Ridas
the reward for a strugala
If the lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, black and gloves
If you aint got a penny, tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' they givin me mine
Black