Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers chose to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you scared of a human?
If the truth is a tool I double 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 before and every persons 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 know what the fuck it is fighting for
Most of us open up and trust the inner source
Combined with being tempted to accept it
But twist the message, if you must think 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 with no exit
Before they could up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin them with crack and guns, in essence,
Yup my man rappin killsmatic enhance
In his own words 21st panther
13 old gets into a fight
to steal the kids bike
Cops and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes caught in the
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now whatta these think
Juvenile life like that he up in a room with a mac
And be policed until the day he can legally drink
Now me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on streets I cant see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter with picture
I it was a dream 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 to try to be escape right?
these kids 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 strange right
Its a snowball effect, and they see you again
So they can make that America remains white
Yup, going on that race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are like they try and escape and
If the dream is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if youre left nothing, what do you do?
Attempted Murder was the
My man got beat up, stomped in his
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? ain't funny
Proving you gotta take something to make money
My mans homie snitched and said that he to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers the same orders
The are Crips folk and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the he lives in that has his disorder
If theres a fiend on the block, servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, a cop lookin to turn em in
If you have something I want, theres murderin
Since 1492, where the do you think we learned it from
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I cant see is it
I should mind my business
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it to vivid
Theres blood on these I can see whose is it
wants me to mind my business