Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my that chose to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were forced to be
Now whats the trouble, you scared of a human?
If the truth is a I double dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im aware of what Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing for the movement
Ive been alive and every persons got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know 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
of us wont open up and trust the inner source
Combined with being to just accept 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 hooded behind locked doors
Forced into a war, an entrance no exit
Before they could grow up, just some soldiers
Armin with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin enhance them
In his own words century panther
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 with a gat and crack
Now whatta people think
Juvenile life like he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can legally
Now tell me whats the matter with this
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whos is it
I probably mind my business
I said tell me whats the matter with 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
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 life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate theyll behave
The ratio is 80 something of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And strange right
Its a snowball effect, and they wanna see you
So they can make sure that America remains
Yup, going on that race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are cages they try and escape and
If the American dream is to it
Its blatant that if youre left with nothing, what do you do?
Attempted Murder was the
My man got beat up, stomped in his
Ask bush 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? ain't funny
Proving sometimes you gotta take to make money
My mans snitched and said that he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers follow the orders
The generals are Crips and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he in that has his disorder
If theres a on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop lookin to em in
If you have something I want, theres murderin
1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it from
Now tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a dream but it seems too
Theres blood on streets I cant see whose is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on these streets I can see is it
wants me to mind my business