Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse One:

Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons my blessin's
Class is in session the worst is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' to an early grave
got paid but still we slave (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 and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your
Fat gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the deceased
Lookin' my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

Verse 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Running out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live life like such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em
Your power was cool
But it ain't fix
So I go with what i know
I dont none
Look 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 and certainly we survived as Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a
If the lord lovin' us then why hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, black mask and
If you aint got a penny, mind tha
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times good hearts milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till they givin me
Black