Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse One:

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
Class is in the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer then answer this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's life's a bitch true
You to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be
What's the matter G? cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets-
Lookin' through my 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 youth to
God come save the
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the of the beast I'm bubbling up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live your life such
Your sure to her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
power movement was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go with i know
I dont trust
Look what the 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 hurtin but 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 then why hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, mask and gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind tha
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy for Black Cotton
I stoppin' till they givin me mine
Black