Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my that chose to be soldiers
But the soldiers were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you scared of a human?
If the truth is a tool I dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im aware of what Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing them for the
Ive been alive before and every persons got a
Most dont observe it or know theyre striving towards
Only you can the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and the inner source
Combined with being tempted to just it
But dont twist the message, if you must of my support
you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind doors
Forced into a war, an entrance with no
Before they could grow up, just some crazy
Armin with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin enhance them
In his own words 21st century
13 old gets into a fight
Decided to steal the kids
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 whatta people think
Juvenile life like 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 wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres on these streets I cant see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter with this
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on streets I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business
Now if you contain anything in a
Its tendency is going to try to be escape right?
these kids get out of the gates and face life
If you raised as a criminal what do you estimate theyll behave like?
The is 80 something percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats strange
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 dream is to make it
Its blatant that if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got up, stomped in his face
Ask George 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 Just ain't funny
Proving sometimes you gotta take something to make
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 a teen 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 tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
blood on these streets I cant see whose is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the matter this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business