Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an grave
Never got paid but we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer 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 positive but why be
What's the G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track sprung now your hung (Do ya feel 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 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 used to have troops but now there's no more to shoot
God save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Running out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live your like such
Your sure to 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 none
what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's
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 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
Runnin up, Gun cocked, black and gloves
If you got a penny, mind tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a to blaze
times good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy for Black Cotton
I stoppin' till they givin me mine
Cotton