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 of being a human?
If the truth is a I double dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well of what Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im them for the movement
Ive been before and every persons got a purpose
Most observe it or know what theyre striving towards
Only you can light the
Cause you wont the war if you dont know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and trust the source
Combined being tempted to just accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked
into a war, an entrance with no exit
Before they could grow up, just some crazy
Armin them with crack and guns, in essence,
Yup my man rappin killsmatic them
In his own words 21st panther
13 old gets into a fight
to steal the kids bike
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
Juvenile life like that he grew up in a with 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 seems too
Theres blood on streets I cant see whos is it
I should probably my business
I said tell me whats the matter with picture
I wish it was a but it seems to vivid
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
America wants me to mind my
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural tendency is going to try to be right?
When 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 strange
Its a snowball effect, and they see you again
So they can make sure America 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 with nothing, do you do?
Attempted was the case
My man got beat up, in his face
Ask George bush what you do youre attacked
His boy and let it spray, hit one of them 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 the game something
The soldiers follow the orders
The are Crips folk and south of the boarder
Now is it a kid with a gun or the he lives in that has his disorder
If theres a on the block, somebodys servin em
If theres a teen a Glock, theres a cop lookin to turn 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 with picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres on these streets I cant see whose is it
I should mind my business
I said tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it to vivid
Theres blood on streets I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business