Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers chose 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 aware of Im doin
If I confuse you the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been alive and every persons 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 know what the fuck it is fighting for
Most of us wont open up and trust the inner
Combined being tempted to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must think of my
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers behind locked doors
Forced a war, an entrance with no exit
Before they could grow up, some crazy soldiers
Armin them crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man killsmatic enhance them
In his own words century panther
13 years old gets a fight
to steal the kids 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 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
Theres blood on these I cant see whos is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
Theres blood on these I can see whose is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
When these get out of the gates and face life
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 wanna see you
So they can sure that America remains white
Yup, going back on race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are cages they try and escape and
If the American is to make it
Its blatant that if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Attempted was the case
My man got beat up, in his face
Ask George bush what you do when youre
His boy went and let it spray, hit one of in the leg
Now you can relate,
Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? Just funny
Proving you gotta take something to make money
My mans homie snitched and said that he to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers follow the orders
The generals are folk and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in has his disorder
If theres a fiend on the block, somebodys em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to em in
If you something I want, theres somebody murderin
1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it from
Now tell me whats the matter with this
I wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whose is it
I should mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter this picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on these I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business