Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you of being a human?
If the truth is a tool I dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of Im doin
If I you with the humor Im preparing them for the movement
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 the war if you dont know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and the inner source
Combined with being to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must think of my
Sometimes you gotta off the tees and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an with no exit
Before they could grow up, just some soldiers
them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin enhance them
In his own words century panther
13 old gets into a fight
to steal the kids bike
Cops come and he ends up in cuffs
Two in and now hes caught in the trap
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now whatta people think
Juvenile life like that he grew up in a with a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can legally
Now tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I cant see is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
wants me to mind 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 what do you estimate theyll behave like?
The ratio is 80 percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And strange right
Its a snowball effect, and they wanna see you
So they can make sure that America white
Yup, going back on that shit
Most of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and and
If the American dream is to it
Its obviously that if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, in his face
Ask bush what you do when youre attacked
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 gotta take to make money
My mans snitched and said that he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the something
The soldiers follow the orders
The are Crips folk and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in that has his
If a fiend on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, a cop lookin to turn em in
If you have something I want, theres somebody
Since 1492, where the do you think we learned it from
Now tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on these I cant see whose is it
I should mind 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 streets I can see is it
America wants me to mind my