Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse One:

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the first
Why do we work slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then this too-
Thugs 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 and positive but why be negative?
What's the G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not peace then at least get a piece
I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies -
We used to have troops but now there's no more to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In eyes)

[Chorus:

don't care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)(Rotten 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)
Nobody 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)
Nobody don't

Verse 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Running out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live your life such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I listen to 'em
Your power was cool
But it fix nothin'
So I just go what i know
I dont none
what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's
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 hurtin but keep ur **** and it's urkin, and we ain't stoppin as curtains, you try to rize and we survived as Outlaw Ridas
What's the reward for a
If the lord lovin' us then why 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 good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till they givin me
Black