Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my that chose to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were forced to be
Now whats the trouble, you of being a human?
If the is a tool I double dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of what Im
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing for the movement
Ive been alive and every persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or what theyre striving towards
you can light the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont know what the it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and trust the inner
with being tempted to just accept 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 with 80 soldiers hooded locked doors
Forced into a war, an with no exit
Before could grow up, just some crazy soldiers
them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic enhance
In his own words century panther
13 years old into a fight
Decided to steal the bike
Cops come and he ends up in hand
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got with a gat and crack
Now whatta these people
Juvenile life like that he grew up in a room a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can drink
Now tell me whats the matter with this
I wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on streets I cant see whos is it
I should probably mind my
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural is going to try to be escape right?
these kids get out of the gates and face life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate theyll like?
The ratio is 80 percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats right
Its a snowball effect, and they see you again
So they can make sure America remains white
Yup, going back on race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and and
If the American is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if youre with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got up, stomped in his face
Ask George bush 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 something to money
My homie snitched and said that he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now the game something
The soldiers follow the same
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 teen with a Glock, theres a cop to turn em in
If you something I want, theres somebody murderin
1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it from
Now me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres on these streets I cant see whose is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me the matter with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business