Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse One:

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons my blessin's
Class is in session the question is the first question
Why do we work like sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the tre')
Answer that then answer this
gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true
You best to 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 gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach each and brother on the streets
If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took
One homie, two homie, three - POOF
We used to have troops but now there's no more to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost ghetto of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

Eminem]

Nobody don't
(No matter how hard I 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 Cotton in 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 prayers/Vanish to thin answer my questions)
Nobody don't

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live life like such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em
power movement was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go with what i
I trust none
Look what the did
To what's Bebe's
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

[Young Noble: 4]
Black Cotton, im plotin on wit 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
Runnin up, Gun cocked, black and gloves
If you got a penny, mind tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm over enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till givin me mine
Cotton