Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that chose to be
But the soldiers were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you scared of a human?
If the is a tool I double dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of what Im
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing them for the
Ive alive before and every persons got a purpose
Most dont it or know what theyre striving towards
you can light the torch
Cause you survive the war if you dont know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us open up and trust the inner source
with being tempted to just accept it
But dont the message, if you must think of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left
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 century panther
13 years old into a fight
Decided to the kids bike
Cops come and he ends up in hand
Two in and now hes caught in the trap
Got out, got caught with a gat and
Now whatta these think
Juvenile life that he grew up in a room with a mac
And be policed until the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the matter with this
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on streets I cant see whos is it
I should probably mind my
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you anything in a cage
Its natural tendency is to try to be escape right?
When kids get out of the gates and face life
If you them as a criminal what 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 strange right
Its a effect, and they wanna see you again
So they can sure that America remains white
Yup, going back on that shit
of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and escape and
If the dream is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if 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 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 make
My mans homie snitched and said he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now the game something
The soldiers the same orders
The generals are Crips folk and of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he in that has his disorder
If a fiend on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to turn em in
If you have something I want, somebody murderin
Since 1492, where the fuck do you think we it from
Now tell me the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
blood on these streets I cant see whose is it
I should mind my business
I said tell me whats the 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