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 aware of what Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing them for the
Ive been alive and every persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know theyre striving towards
Only you can light the
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us open up and trust the inner source
Combined with being to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must think of my
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked
Forced into a war, an entrance no exit
they could grow up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin them with and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own words 21st century
13 years old gets a fight
Decided to the kids bike
Cops come and he up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught with a gat and
Now these people think
Juvenile like that he grew 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 it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I cant see is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter with this
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
Theres blood on these I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business
Now if you contain in a cage
Its natural tendency is to try to be escape right?
When these kids get out of the gates and face
If you raised them as a criminal do you estimate theyll behave like?
The ratio is 80 something percent of kids who get up again or go straight to the pen
And thats strange
Its a snowball effect, and wanna see you again
So they can make sure America remains white
Yup, going on that race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are like they try and escape and
If the dream is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if youre left nothing, what do you do?
Attempted Murder was the
My man got up, stomped in his face
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 Just ain't funny
Proving sometimes you gotta take something to money
My mans homie snitched and said he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the game
The follow the same orders
The are Crips folk 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, servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop to turn em in
If you have something I want, somebody 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
blood on these streets I cant see whose 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
blood on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to mind my