Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons my blessin's
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 Em and Andre

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

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

If not peace then at least let's get a
I'm tired of bodies on the streets, deceased
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 no more youth to shoot
God save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of black in God's eyes

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

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

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

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

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what owe me
I'm workin' without a profit they shacklin' all my
I'm hurtin' but the momoners irkin'
And we stop, it's cutains, you try to rise
And certainly we survive with Outlaw

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

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

Nobody care
(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 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 don't
(No how hard I try look 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 I'm being tested)
Nobody care
(Seems like my vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care