Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in the worst question is the first question
Why do we work 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 best to backtrack and try to act black and
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 each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least get a piece
I'm tired of seeing on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now no more youth to shoot
God come save the
ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

Nobody care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)(Rotten Black Cotton in eyes)
Nobody don't
(Seems my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
Nobody care
(Feels I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
Nobody care
(Seems my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't

Verse 3]

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