Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the soldiers were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you scared of a human?
If the truth is a tool I dare you to use it
Hit the and Im well aware of what Im doin
If I you with the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been alive before and every got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know theyre striving towards
Only you can the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us open up and trust the inner source
Combined with tempted to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some right left shit
I worked 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance with no
Before they could up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin them with and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own words 21st century
13 years old gets a fight
Decided to steal the kids
Cops come and he ends up in cuffs
Two months in and now hes caught in the
Got out, got with a gat and crack
Now whatta these think
life like that he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be until the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres on these streets I cant see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business
Now if you contain anything in a
Its tendency is going to try to be escape right?
When these kids get out of the and face life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate behave like?
The ratio is 80 something percent of who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats strange
Its a snowball effect, and wanna see you again
So can make sure that America remains white
Yup, going back on that shit
of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and escape and
If the American dream is to it
Its obviously blatant if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, stomped in his
Ask bush what you do when youre attacked
His boy went and let it spray, hit one of in the leg
Now you can relate,
Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? Just ain't funny
Proving sometimes you gotta take to make money
My mans homie snitched and that he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers the same orders
The generals are folk 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 something I want, theres somebody murderin
Since 1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it
Now tell me the matter with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these I cant see whose is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the matter 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