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 the trouble, you scared of being a human?
If the truth is a 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 observe it or know theyre striving towards
Only you can the torch
you wont survive the war if you dont know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont up and trust the inner source
Combined with tempted to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must of my support
Sometimes you pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded locked doors
Forced into a war, an with no exit
Before they could grow up, just some crazy
Armin them crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own words 21st century
13 years old gets a fight
to steal the kids bike
Cops come and he ends up in hand
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught with a gat and
Now whatta these people
Juvenile life like 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 picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres blood on these streets I see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I tell me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems to
Theres blood on these streets I can see is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you anything in a cage
Its natural tendency is going to try to be right?
When these kids get out of the gates and face
If you raised 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 thats right
Its a snowball effect, and wanna see you again
So they can make sure that America white
Yup, going back on that race
Most of the neighborhoods are like they try and escape and
If the dream is to make it
Its obviously that if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, stomped in his
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 homie snitched and that he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now the game something
The soldiers follow the same
The generals are folk and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in that has his
If a fiend on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a teen a Glock, theres a cop lookin to turn em in
If you have something I want, theres murderin
Since 1492, where the fuck do you think we it from
Now me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whose is it
I should mind 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 streets I can see is it
America me to mind my business