Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

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

[Verse 2Pac]

Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my
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 slave (In the tre')
that then answer this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you 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 sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy 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 on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my yearbook
of the tears 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 the misbegotten
ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

Verse 3]

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Running out of luck, about to destruct
Old heads say live your like such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I listen to 'em
Your power movement was
But it fix nothin'
So I go with what i know
I dont trust
what the 80's did
To Bebe's kids
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

[Young Verse 4]
Black Cotton, im 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 Ridas
What's the reward for a
If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us up
up, Gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind tha
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with minds for Black Cotton
I'm over enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till givin me mine
Black