Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my that chose to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you scared of being a
If the truth is a tool I double you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well of what Im doin
If I confuse you the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been before and every persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know theyre striving towards
Only you can the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and the inner source
Combined being tempted to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance no exit
Before could grow up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin them with crack and guns, in essence,
Yup my man killsmatic enhance them
In his own words 21st panther
13 years old gets a fight
Decided to steal the kids
Cops come and he ends up in cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got with a gat and crack
Now whatta people think
Juvenile life like that he grew up in a room a mac
And be policed until the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whos is it
I should mind my business
I said me whats the matter 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 my business
Now if you contain in a cage
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
When these 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 something percent of kids who get locked up or go straight to the pen
And strange right
Its a snowball effect, and they wanna see you
So they can make sure that America remains
Yup, going back on race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are like cages try and escape and
If the American is to make it
Its obviously blatant if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Attempted Murder was the
My man got up, stomped in his face
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 snitched and said that he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now aint the something
The soldiers follow the same
The generals are Crips folk and south of the
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in has his disorder
If theres a on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to turn em in
If you have I want, theres somebody murderin
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 streets I see whose is it
I should probably mind my
I said me whats the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business