Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

Black
Steady Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is the question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early
Never got paid but we slave Em and Andre

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

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

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

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to have troops but now there's no youth to shoot
God come save the
Lost ghetto 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 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 my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care

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

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

cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a they shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the momoners
And we ain't stop, it's cutains, you try to
And certainly we survive with Ridas

What's the reward for a
If the Lord lovin' us then why hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun cocked nasty gloves
If you ain't got a penny, the glove no love

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

Nobody don't
(No matter how I try look to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my dreams 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 prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)

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

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