Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton - Eminem

[Intro:

Cotton
Black
Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little tail
Ghetto gospel that is-
Rotten' Black Cotton in God's

[Verse One:

Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we like slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave
got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')
Answer that then answer too-
Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a true
You best to backtrack and try to act and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be
What's the matter G? cat got your tongue
Fat track sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum it's the me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the
If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets-
Lookin' through my yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took
One homie, two homie, three homies -
We to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)

[Chorus:

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

[Kastro: 3]

In the belly of the I'm bubbling up
Running out of luck, 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 was cool
But it fix nothin'
So I go with what i know
I dont trust
what the 80's did
To Bebe's kids
And now we up
Nobody own us yet

Noble: Verse 4]
Black Cotton, im plotin on wit they homie, i'm workin 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 for a strugala
If the lord us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin up, Gun cocked, black and gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind tha
No
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till givin me mine
Cotton