Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

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

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

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

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to have troops but now there's no more to shoot
God come save the
ghetto souls of black cotton in God's eyes

Nobody don't
(No matter how 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 like I'm tested)
don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody don't

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

Your power movement was cool but it fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know, I don't trust
Look what the 80's did to us baby
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 all my homies
I'm but keep the momoners irkin'
And we ain't stop, cutains, you try to rise
And certainly we survive Outlaw Ridas

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

Waitin' for my 40 and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with minds
Black I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black cotton I stoppin' till they givin' me mine, black cotton

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

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

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)
don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody don't