Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

Black cotton, black cotton, cotton
A symbol for struggle
Time for a little gospel
gospel that is, listen
Robbin's black cotton in God's eyes,

cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
Class is in the worst question is the first question
Why do we like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
got paid but still we slave Em and Andre

Answer that then this too
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true a bitch true
You best to and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be

What's the matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung, do ya me?
Dum dum is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every on the streets

If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seein' bodies on the streets,
Lookin' through my high yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to have troops but now no more youth to shoot
God save the misbegotten
ghetto souls of black cotton in God's eyes

Nobody don't
(No matter how hard I try to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody care
(Seems like my drowned in by screams)
(No to my questions)

don't care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's I'm being tested)
Nobody care
(Seems my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Runnin' out of luck, to self destruct
Old say live your life like such
sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em

Your power movement was but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know, I trust none
Look the 80's did to us baby kids
And now we up, nobody ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit they shacklin' all my
I'm hurtin' but the momoners irkin'
And we ain't stop, cutains, you try to rise
And certainly we survive Outlaw Ridas

the reward for a strugala
If the Lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us up
Runnin' up, gun like nasty gloves
If you ain't got a penny, mind the glove no

Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times good with milita minds
Black cotton I'm hoppin' over lines
Black cotton I ain't stoppin' till they givin' me mine, cotton

Nobody don't
(No matter how hard I try to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
don't care
(Seems like my dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

Nobody care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm tested)
Nobody care
(Seems like my prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)

Nobody don't
(No matter how hard I try to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
don't care
(Seems like my drowned in by screams)
(No to my questions)

don't care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's I'm being tested)
don't care
(Seems my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care