Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

Black cotton, black cotton, cotton
A for unrewarded struggle
Time for a gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is,
Robbin's black cotton in 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 slave Em and

Answer that then answer 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 and positive but why be negative?

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

If not peace then at least let's get a
I'm of seein' bodies on the streets, deceased
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 no more youth to shoot
God come save the
ghetto souls of black cotton in God's eyes

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 don't
(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 care

In the belly of the I'm bubblin' up
Runnin' out of luck, to self destruct
Old heads say live your life such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em

Your movement was cool but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with I know, I don't trust none
Look what the 80's did to us kids
And now we grown up, ain't own us yet

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

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

Waitin' for my 40 and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good with milita minds
Black cotton I'm over 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)
don't care
(Seems like my dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

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