Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

Cotton
Black
Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
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
Class is in session the worst 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 too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a true
You to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' my highschool yearbook
of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies -
We used to have but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto souls of Cotton (In God's eyes)

Eminem]

Nobody care
(No matter how 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 Black 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 care
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please my questions)
Nobody don't

[Kastro: 3]

In the of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, to self destruct
Old heads say your life like such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't 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 what's Bebe's
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 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
up, Gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you aint got a penny, tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times good hearts with milita for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Black
I ain't stoppin' till givin me mine
Black