Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the of the beast I'm bubblin' up
Runnin' out of luck, about to self
Old heads say live your like such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I listen to 'em

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

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

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

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

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 don't
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's I'm being tested)
don't care
(Seems like my vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)

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