Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the soldiers that forced to be soldiers
Now the trouble, you scared of being a human?
If the truth is a tool I dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well of what Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing them for the
Ive been alive before and every got a purpose
Most dont observe it or what theyre striving towards
Only you can light the
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us open up and trust the inner source
with being tempted to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must of my support
you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit
I with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance with no
Before they could grow up, just crazy soldiers
them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man killsmatic enhance them
In his own 21st century panther
13 years old into a fight
Decided to steal the kids
come and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got with a gat and crack
Now whatta these people
Juvenile like that he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can legally
Now me whats the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
blood on these streets I cant see whos is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the matter with this
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural tendency is to try to be escape right?
When these kids get out of the gates and face
If you raised them as a criminal what do you theyll behave like?
The ratio is 80 something 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 dream is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if youre left nothing, what do you do?
Attempted was the case
My man got up, stomped in his face
Ask George bush what you do when attacked
His boy and let it spray, hit one of them in the leg
Now you can relate,
Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? 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 the game something
The soldiers follow the orders
The generals are Crips folk and of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he in that has his disorder
If a fiend 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
Since 1492, where the fuck do you we learned it from
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on streets I cant see whose is it
I should probably mind my
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 me to mind my business