Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the that were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you of being a human?
If the truth is a tool I double you to use it
Hit the booth and Im aware of what Im doin
If I confuse you the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been before and every persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know what striving towards
you can light the torch
Cause you survive the war if you dont know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and the inner source
with being tempted to just accept it
But dont the message, if you must think of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked
Forced a war, an entrance with no exit
Before they grow up, just some crazy soldiers
them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man killsmatic enhance them
In his own words 21st century
13 years old gets into a
Decided to steal the bike
Cops and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now whatta these people
life 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 matter with picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
blood on these streets I cant see whos is it
I should mind my business
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business
Now if you anything in a cage
Its natural tendency is going to try to be right?
When kids get out of the gates and face life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate theyll like?
The ratio is 80 something percent of who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats strange
Its a effect, and they wanna see you again
So they can make sure that America remains
Yup, going back on that shit
Most of the 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 was the case
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 Just ain't funny
Proving sometimes you gotta take something to make
My mans homie snitched and said he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the something
The soldiers follow the same
The generals are 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 a teen with a Glock, theres 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 whats the matter with this
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres on these streets I cant see whose is it
I should probably mind my
I said tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
blood on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to mind my