Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers chose to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you of being a human?
If the truth is a tool I double you to use it
Hit the and Im well aware of what Im doin
If I confuse you the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been alive and every persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know what 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 tempted to just it
But dont the message, if you must think of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance no exit
Before they could up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin them crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic enhance
In his own words century panther
13 years old into a fight
Decided to the kids bike
Cops come and he ends up in cuffs
Two months in and now hes caught in the
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 hell be until the day he can legally 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 see whos is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the matter this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
Theres blood on these I can see whose is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you anything in a cage
Its tendency is going to try to be escape right?
these kids get out of the gates and face life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate theyll like?
The ratio is 80 something percent of kids who get locked up or go straight to the pen
And thats strange
Its a snowball effect, and they wanna see you
So they can make sure America remains white
Yup, going on that race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and and
If the dream is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if left with nothing, what do you do?
Attempted was the case
My man got up, stomped in his face
Ask George bush 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 and said that he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers follow the orders
The generals are Crips folk and south of the
Now is it a kid with a gun or the he lives in that has his disorder
If theres a on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, a cop lookin to turn em in
If you have something I want, theres somebody
Since 1492, where the fuck do you we learned it from
Now me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
blood on these streets I cant see whose is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it to vivid
blood on these streets I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business