Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

Cotton
Black
Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a gospel tail
Ghetto gospel is- listen
Black Cotton in God's eyes

[Verse 2Pac]

Cotton
Steady stressin' and Wessons count my blessin's
is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves sweatin' to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (In the tre')
Answer that then this too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true a bitch true
You to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter G? cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy the me?
Attempt to reach each and brother on the streets
If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin' through my highschool
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years
One homie, two homie, three - POOF
We used to have troops but now no more youth to shoot
God come save the
Lost souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

Eminem]

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, to self destruct
Old say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em
power movement was cool
But it ain't fix
So I just go with what i
I dont none
Look what the did
To Bebe's kids
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

[Young Noble: 4]
Black Cotton, im plotin on wit they homie, i'm 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 us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, mask and gloves
If you got a penny, mind tha bllod
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds for Cotton
I'm hoppin' over lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till they me mine
Black