Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

Answer then answer this too
Loves gonna get ya you know 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

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

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

One homie, two homie, three homies,
We used to have troops but now no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
Lost ghetto of black cotton in God's eyes

Nobody care
(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)
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 your life such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em

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

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

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

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