Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that 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 double you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of what Im
If I confuse you the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been alive before and persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know what striving towards
you can light the torch
Cause you wont the war if you dont know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and trust the source
with being tempted 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 left left shit
I worked 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance with no
Before they could up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic enhance
In his own words 21st century
13 old gets into a fight
Decided to the kids bike
Cops come and he up in hand cuffs
Two in and now hes caught in the trap
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now whatta people think
Juvenile life like that he grew up in a with a mac
And be policed until the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on these I cant see whos is it
I probably 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 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 estimate theyll like?
The ratio is 80 something percent of kids who get locked up or go straight to the pen
And strange right
Its a snowball effect, and they wanna see you
So they can make sure that remains white
Yup, going back on that race
Most of the are like cages they try and escape and
If the American dream is to it
Its obviously blatant that if youre 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,
Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? Just ain't funny
Proving sometimes you take something to make money
My mans homie snitched and that he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers the same orders
The generals are Crips folk and south of the
Now is it a kid with a gun or the he lives in that has his disorder
If theres a on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, a cop lookin to turn em in
If you something I want, theres somebody murderin
Since 1492, the fuck do you think we learned it from
Now tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
blood on these streets I cant see whose is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it to vivid
Theres blood on streets I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business