Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse One:

Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my
Class is in the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' to an early grave
Never got paid but still we (In the nine tre')
Answer that answer this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you it's true life's a bitch true
You best to and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be
the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach each and brother on the streets
If not peace at least let's get a piece
I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took
One homie, two homie, three - POOF
We used to troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God save 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 Cotton in God's eyes)
don't care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)(Rotten Black 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 Cotton in eyes)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't

Verse 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
Your power was cool
But it fix nothin'
So I go with what i know
I dont none
Look the 80's did
To what's Bebe's
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

Noble: Verse 4]
Black Cotton, im plotin on wit they homie, i'm workin 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 then why they to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, black and gloves
If you got a penny, mind tha bllod
No
for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' they givin me mine
Black