Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers chose to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were forced to be
Now whats the trouble, you scared of a human?
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 humor Im them for the movement
Ive been alive before and every persons got a
Most dont observe it or know what striving towards
you can light the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont know what the it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont 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 left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance with no
Before they could grow up, just some soldiers
Armin them with crack and guns, in essence,
Yup my man rappin enhance them
In his own 21st century panther
13 years old gets a fight
Decided to steal the kids
Cops and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught with a gat and
Now whatta these people
Juvenile life that he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the matter this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
blood on these streets I cant see whos is it
I should mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter 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 mind my
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural tendency is going to try to be right?
When these kids get out of the and face life
If you raised them as a what do you estimate 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 sure that remains white
Yup, going back on race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and and
If the American is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if youre 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 went and let it spray, hit one of in the leg
Now you can relate,
Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? ain't funny
Proving you gotta take something to make money
My mans homie snitched and that he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now the game something
The soldiers follow the same
The generals are Crips folk and of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the he lives in that has his disorder
If theres a fiend on the block, servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to 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 matter with picture
I wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whose is it
I probably mind 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 mind my