Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers chose to be soldiers
But the soldiers were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you of being a human?
If the truth is a I double dare you to use it
Hit the and Im well aware of what Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing them for the
Ive been alive before and persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know what striving towards
you can light the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont know what the fuck it is fighting for
Most of us wont open up and trust the source
Combined with being tempted to just it
But dont twist the message, if you must think of my
Sometimes you gotta pull off the and get on some left right left shit
I worked 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
into a war, an entrance with no exit
Before could grow up, just some crazy soldiers
them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own words 21st panther
13 years old gets into a
to steal the kids bike
Cops come and he up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got with a gat and crack
Now whatta people think
life like that he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can drink
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these I cant see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it to vivid
Theres blood on these streets I can see is it
America wants me to my business
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
When these kids get out of the and face life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate theyll behave
The ratio is 80 something of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats strange
Its a snowball effect, and they wanna see you
So can make sure that America remains white
Yup, going back on that race
Most of the neighborhoods are cages they try and escape and
If the dream is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if left with nothing, what do you do?
Attempted Murder was the
My man got up, stomped in his face
Ask George bush what you do when youre
His boy and let it spray, hit one of them in the leg
Now you can relate,
Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? Just ain't
Proving sometimes you take something to make money
My mans homie and said that he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now the game something
The soldiers follow the orders
The generals are Crips and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid a gun or the system he lives in that has his disorder
If theres a on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to turn em in
If you have I want, theres somebody murderin
Since 1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it
Now tell me whats the matter this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on these I cant see whose is it
I should probably mind my
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
Theres blood on these I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business