Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons my blessin's
Class is in session the question is the first question
Why do we like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch
You best to and try to act black and live
Not to be and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not peace then at least let's get a
I'm tired of bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In eyes)

[Chorus:

Nobody don't
(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 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 Black Cotton in eyes)
don't care
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin answer my questions)
Nobody care

Verse 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live life like such
sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em
Your movement was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go with what i
I trust none
Look the 80's did
To what's kids
And now we up
ain't own us yet

[Young Noble: 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 for a strugala
If the lord us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, black and gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind tha
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds for Black
I'm over enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till givin me mine
Cotton