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 being a
If the truth is a I double dare you to use it
Hit the and Im well aware of what Im doin
If I confuse you with the Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been before and every persons got a purpose
Most observe it or know 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
of us wont open up and trust the inner source
Combined with tempted to just accept it
But dont the message, if you must think of my support
you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked
into a war, an entrance with no exit
Before they could grow up, just some crazy
Armin with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own 21st century panther
13 old gets into a fight
Decided to steal the bike
Cops come and he ends up in cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now whatta these people
Juvenile life like he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be until the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres on these streets I cant see whos is it
I should probably mind my
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on these streets I can see is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you anything in a cage
Its natural is going to try to be escape right?
When these kids get out of the and face life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you theyll behave like?
The ratio is 80 percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats strange
Its a snowball effect, and they wanna see you
So they can make that America remains white
Yup, going back on that race
Most of the neighborhoods are cages they try and escape and
If the dream is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if left with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, stomped in his
Ask George bush what you do when attacked
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 something to make money
My mans homie snitched and said that he to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the something
The follow the same orders
The generals are Crips folk and south of the
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he 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 fuck do you think we learned it
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these I cant see whose is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it to vivid
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business