Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

Black cotton, cotton, black cotton
A for unrewarded struggle
for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel is, listen
Robbin's cotton in God's eyes, speak

cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my
Class is in session the worst question is the question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave Em and

Answer then answer this too
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 positive but why be

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

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

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to
God come save the
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)
don't care
(Seems my dreams drowned 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 vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care

In the of the beast I'm bubblin' up
Runnin' out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live life like such
sure to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

don't care
(No how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
don't care
(Seems like my drowned in by screams)
(No to my questions)

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