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 scared of a human?
If the is a tool I double dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing for the movement
Ive been before and every persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know what striving towards
Only you can light the
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont know what the fuck it is fighting for
of us wont open up and trust the inner source
Combined with being to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you think of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some right left shit
I with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an with no exit
Before they could grow up, some crazy soldiers
them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own words century panther
13 years old into a fight
to steal the kids bike
Cops come and he ends up in cuffs
Two months in and now hes caught in the
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now these people think
Juvenile life like he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can legally
Now tell me the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
blood on these streets I cant see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I tell me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a 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 tendency is going to try to be escape right?
When these get out of the gates and face life
If you raised as a criminal what do you estimate 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 wanna see you again
So they can make that America remains white
Yup, going back on that race
Most of the neighborhoods are like cages try and escape and
If the American is to make it
Its blatant that if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, stomped in his
Ask George bush what you do youre attacked
His boy and let it spray, hit one of them in the leg
Now you can relate,
Remember Iraq, or was it Just ain't funny
Proving sometimes you gotta take to make money
My mans homie snitched and said he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now the game something
The follow the same orders
The generals are Crips folk and 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 I want, theres somebody murderin
Since 1492, the fuck do you think we learned it from
Now tell me the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these I cant see whose is it
I should probably my business
I tell me whats 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