Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
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 answer this 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 and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? Black cat got your
Fat track gotcha sprung now hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not peace then at least let's get a
I'm tired of seeing on the streets- deceased
through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years
One homie, two homie, three homies -
We to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the of the beast I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live your like such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
Your power was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go with what i
I trust none
Look the 80's did
To what'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 and certainly we survived as Outlaw Ridas
What's the for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they 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
times good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Black
I ain't stoppin' till givin me mine
Black