Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my
Class is in session the question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early
Never got paid but still we slave (In the 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 phony and positive but why be
What's the matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach each and every on the streets
If not peace then at let's get a piece
I'm tired of bodies on the streets- deceased
through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took
One homie, two homie, three - POOF
We used to have but now there's no more youth to shoot
God save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Cotton (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)
Nobody don't
(Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm tested)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
Nobody care
(Seems my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody care

Verse 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em
Your movement was cool
But it ain't fix
So I go with what i know
I trust none
Look the 80's did
To Bebe'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 hurtin but keep ur **** and it's urkin, and we ain't stoppin as curtains, you try to rize and certainly we survived as Outlaw
What's the for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, mask and gloves
If you got a penny, mind tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times good hearts with minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy for Black Cotton
I ain't till they givin me mine
Cotton