Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my
Class is in session the worst question is the first
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an grave
Never got but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that answer this too-
Thugs 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 but why be negative?
What's the G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach and every brother on the streets
If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool
Reminiscin' of the as the years took
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We used to troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live your like such
sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
Your power was cool
But it fix nothin'
So I go with what i know
I trust none
Look what the did
To what's kids
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

[Young Noble: 4]
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 Ridas
What's the reward for a
If the lord lovin' us why they hate to see us comin' up
up, Gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind tha
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds for Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till they givin me
Cotton