Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the soldiers were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you scared of a human?
If the truth is a I double dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well of what 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 it or know what theyre striving towards
you can light the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont know the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and trust the inner
Combined with being tempted to 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 soldiers behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance with no
Before they could grow up, just some crazy
Armin them with crack and guns, in essence,
Yup my man rappin killsmatic enhance
In his own 21st century panther
13 years old gets into a
Decided to steal the kids
come and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now these people think
Juvenile like that he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be 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 on these streets I cant see whos is it
I should mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter with this
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on these I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business
Now if you anything in a cage
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
When 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 something of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And strange right
Its a snowball effect, and they wanna see you
So they can make that America remains white
Yup, going on that race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are cages they try and escape and
If the American is to make it
Its obviously blatant if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, stomped in his
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 sometimes you gotta take to make money
My mans snitched and said that he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers the same orders
The are Crips folk and south 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, somebodys em
If a teen with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to turn em in
If you have something I want, theres murderin
1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it from
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I cant see is it
I should mind my business
I tell me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
blood on these streets I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business