Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first
Why do we like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then this too-
gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You to backtrack 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 your (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at let's get a piece
I'm tired of bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies -
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to
God save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black (In God's eyes)

Eminem]

Nobody don't
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)(Rotten Black Cotton in eyes)
don't care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No to my questions)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
Nobody don't
(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I like I'm being tested)(Rotten Black 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 of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live your life such
Your sure to her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em
Your power was cool
But it fix nothin'
So I just go what i know
I dont none
Look what the did
To what's kids
And now we up
Nobody 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 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 us then why they hate to see us comin' up
up, Gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you got a penny, mind tha bllod
No
for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till they me mine
Black