Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons my blessin's
Class is in the worst question is the first question
Why do we work slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
got paid but still we slave Em and Andre

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

the matter G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha sprung now hung, do ya feel me?
Dum dum is it me?
Attempt to reach 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 yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to have troops but now there's no more to shoot
God save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of 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 drowned 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 my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care

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

Your movement was cool but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know, I trust none
what the 80's did to us baby kids
And now we grown up, nobody own us yet

Black cotton, I'm on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit they shacklin' all my
I'm hurtin' but keep the irkin'
And we ain't stop, it's cutains, you try to
And we survive with Outlaw Ridas

What's the reward for a
If the Lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us up
Runnin' up, gun like nasty gloves
If you ain't got a penny, the glove no love

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

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

Nobody don't
(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)

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