Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that chose to be
But the that were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you scared of being a
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 them for the movement
Ive been alive before and persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know theyre striving towards
Only you can the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont know what the fuck it is youre for
of us wont open up and trust the inner source
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 doors
Forced into a war, an with no exit
they could grow up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin them crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own 21st century panther
13 years old into a fight
Decided to steal the bike
Cops come and he ends up in hand
Two in and now hes caught in the trap
Got out, got with a gat and crack
Now whatta these think
Juvenile life like that he grew up in a room a mac
And be policed until the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the matter this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres on these streets I cant see whos is it
I should probably mind my
I said tell me whats the matter with 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 mind my
Now if you contain in a cage
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
these kids get out of the gates and face life
If you raised them as a what do you estimate theyll behave like?
The ratio is 80 something of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats right
Its a effect, and they wanna see you again
So they can sure that America remains white
Yup, going on that race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are 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 beat up, in his face
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? Just ain't
Proving sometimes you gotta take to make money
My mans homie snitched and that he planned to hit
And hell be out 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 lives in that has his
If theres a fiend on the block, somebodys em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to em in
If you something I want, theres somebody murderin
Since 1492, where the do you think we learned it from
Now tell me whats the matter this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres blood on these streets I cant see is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the 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