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 tool I double you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of Im doin
If I you with the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been before and every persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or 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 just it
But dont twist the message, if you must of my support
you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked
Forced into a war, an entrance no exit
Before they could up, just some crazy soldiers
them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own words 21st century
13 years old gets into a
Decided to steal the kids
Cops and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two in and now hes caught in the trap
Got out, got with a gat and crack
Now these people think
life like that he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can drink
Now tell me whats the matter this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres blood on streets I cant see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I tell me whats the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business
Now if you anything in a cage
Its natural 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 theyll behave like?
The ratio is 80 something percent of kids who get locked up again or go to the pen
And thats right
Its a snowball effect, and wanna see you again
So they can make sure that remains white
Yup, back on that race shit
Most of the are like cages 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 was the case
My man got up, stomped in his face
Ask George bush what you do youre 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 you gotta take something to make money
My mans homie snitched and said that he to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers follow the orders
The generals are folk and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid a gun or the system he lives in that has his disorder
If theres a on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop to turn em in
If you have something I want, theres murderin
Since 1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it
Now tell me whats the 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 mind my business
I tell me whats the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
blood on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to my business