Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were forced to be
Now the trouble, you scared of being a human?
If the truth is a I double dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of what Im
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing them for the
Ive been alive and every persons got a purpose
Most dont it or know what theyre striving towards
you can light the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
of us wont open up and trust the inner source
Combined with being tempted to 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 right shit
I worked 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance no exit
Before they could grow up, just crazy soldiers
Armin them crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic enhance
In his own 21st century panther
13 years old into a fight
Decided to steal the kids
Cops come and he up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes caught in the
Got out, got caught with a gat and
Now whatta these think
Juvenile life that he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed the day he can legally drink
Now me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
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 on these streets I can see whose is it
wants 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 them as a criminal what do you estimate theyll like?
The ratio is 80 percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats right
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 American is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if youre left nothing, what do you do?
Attempted was the case
My man got up, stomped in his face
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,
Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? Just ain't
Proving sometimes you gotta take something to money
My mans homie and said that he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the something
The soldiers follow the orders
The generals are Crips and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he in that has his disorder
If theres a fiend on the block, somebodys em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop to turn em in
If you have something I want, theres murderin
Since 1492, where the fuck do you we learned it from
Now tell me whats the matter with this
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whose is it
I should probably my business
I said me whats the matter with 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