Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Black
stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an grave
Never got paid but we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer this
gonna 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 matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then at least get a piece
I'm tired of seeing 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 no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In eyes)

[Chorus:

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

Verse 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Running out of luck, about to self
Old say live your life like such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
Your power movement was
But it ain't fix
So I just go with i know
I dont none
Look what the did
To what's kids
And now we up
ain't 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 survived as Outlaw
What's the reward for a
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, mind tha
No
Waitin' for my 40 and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till they givin me
Black