Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse One:

Cotton
Steady stressin' and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an grave
Never got paid but we slave (In the nine tre')
that then answer this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch
You best to backtrack and try to act black and
Not to be phony and positive but why be
the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach and every brother on the streets
If not peace at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my yearbook
of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
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 care
(No matter how hard I to the sky/--?)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
don't care
(Seems like my in by screams/No answer to my questions)(Rotten Black Cotton 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 care
(Seems my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
don't care

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, to self destruct
Old heads say your life like such
sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
Your movement was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go with i know
I dont none
Look what the did
To what's Bebe's
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 ur **** and it's urkin, and we ain't stoppin as curtains, you try to rize and certainly we survived as Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a
If the lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
up, Gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind tha
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times good hearts with milita for Black Cotton
I'm over enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't till they givin me mine
Cotton