Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were forced to be
Now whats the trouble, you scared of being a
If the truth is a tool I double you to use it
Hit the booth and Im aware of what Im doin
If I confuse you the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive been alive before and persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know what theyre striving
Only you can light the
Cause you wont survive the war if you dont know what the it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and the inner source
Combined with being to just accept it
But twist the message, if you must think of my support
Sometimes you pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit
I worked 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance no exit
Before could grow up, just some crazy soldiers
Armin with 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 kids
Cops and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes caught in the
Got out, got caught with a gat and
Now these people think
Juvenile life like he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be 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 should probably my business
I said tell me whats the matter with picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on these streets I can see is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
When these get out of the gates and face life
If you raised them as a criminal do you estimate theyll behave like?
The ratio is 80 percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And strange right
Its a snowball effect, and wanna see you again
So can make sure that America remains white
Yup, going back on that race
Most of the are like 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?
Attempted was the case
My man got up, stomped in his face
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 Afghanistan? ain't funny
Proving sometimes you gotta take something to make
My mans homie snitched and that he planned to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers follow the orders
The are Crips folk and south 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, servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, 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 me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres on these streets I cant 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
blood on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to mind my