Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Cotton
Steady Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an grave
Never got paid but still we (In the nine tre')
Answer that answer this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and
Not to be and positive but why be negative?
What's the G? Black 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 on the streets
If not peace at least let's get a piece
I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool
of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, homies - POOF
We used to have but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, to self destruct
Old heads say your life 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 just go with what i
I dont none
what the 80's 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, ****** with all my homies, i'm 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, black and gloves
If you got a penny, mind tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 and a blunt to blaze
times good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till they givin me
Black