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 whats the trouble, you scared of being a
If the truth is a tool I dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of what Im
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing them for the
Ive been alive before and every got a purpose
Most dont it or know 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
Combined being tempted to just accept it
But twist the message, if you must think of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded locked doors
Forced into a war, an with no exit
Before they grow up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin them with and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own 21st century panther
13 years old gets a fight
Decided to steal the kids
come and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two in and now hes caught in the trap
Got out, got with a gat and crack
Now whatta people think
Juvenile like that he grew up in a room with a mac
And be policed until the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these 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 me to mind my business
Now if you anything in a cage
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
When these kids get out of the gates and life
If you raised them as a what do you estimate theyll behave like?
The ratio is 80 something percent of who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats right
Its a effect, and they wanna see you again
So they can make sure that America white
Yup, going back on race shit
of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and escape and
If the dream is to make it
Its blatant that if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Attempted Murder was the
My man got up, stomped 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 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 the same orders
The generals are Crips folk and of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the he lives in that has his disorder
If a fiend 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 me whats the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whose 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 blood on these streets I can see is it
wants me to mind my business