Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
Steady stressin' and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early
Never got paid but still we (In the nine tre')
Answer that then this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a 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? cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not peace then at let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing on the streets- deceased
Lookin' my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took
One homie, two homie, three homies -
We used to have troops but now there's no youth to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto souls of Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to destruct
Old heads say live your like such
Your sure to her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em
power movement was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go with what i
I dont trust
Look the 80's did
To what's kids
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

[Young Noble: 4]
Black Cotton, im plotin on wit 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 Ridas
What's the for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us up
up, Gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind tha
No
for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm over enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' they givin me mine
Black