Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that chose to be
But the soldiers that were to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you of being a human?
If the truth is a tool I dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im them for the movement
Ive been alive before and every got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know what striving towards
Only you can the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont know what the it is youre fighting for
Most of us open up and trust the inner source
Combined with being to just accept it
But twist the message, if you must think of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 hooded behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance with no
Before they could grow up, just some crazy
Armin them crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own words century panther
13 years old gets into a
to steal the kids bike
Cops come and he up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now whatta these think
Juvenile life like that he up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can drink
Now me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on streets I cant see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I said me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it to vivid
Theres blood on these streets I can see is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
these kids get out of the gates and face life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate 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 effect, and they wanna see you again
So they can make sure America remains white
Yup, back on that race shit
Most of the are like cages they try and escape and
If the American is to make it
Its obviously that if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, stomped in his
Ask bush 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 Afghanistan? Just funny
sometimes you gotta take something to make money
My mans homie snitched and said he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers the same orders
The generals are Crips and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in that has his
If theres a fiend on the block, somebodys em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to em in
If you have something I want, theres somebody
Since 1492, where the do you think we learned it from
Now tell me the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres blood on these I cant see whose is it
I should probably my business
I said me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
blood on these streets I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business