Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse One:

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my
Class is in session the question is the first question
Why do we work slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the tre')
Answer that then this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a true
You best to and try to act black and live
Not to be and positive but why be negative?
the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
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 get a piece
I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took
One homie, two homie, three - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

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

Noble: Verse 4]
Black Cotton, im plotin on wit they homie, i'm workin without a profit, ****** 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
the reward 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 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' over lines for Black Cotton
I ain't till they givin me mine
Black