Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse One:

Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons my blessin's
Class is in session the worst is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early
got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer 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?
What's the matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach each and brother on the streets
If not peace at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets-
Lookin' through my yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In eyes)

Eminem]

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

Verse 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to destruct
Old heads say live your life such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I listen to 'em
Your movement was cool
But it fix nothin'
So I just go with i know
I dont none
Look the 80's did
To what's Bebe's
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 as Outlaw Ridas
the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin' us why they 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 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times good hearts milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Cotton
I stoppin' till they givin me mine
Cotton