Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers chose to be soldiers
But the that were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you scared of a human?
If the truth is a tool I double you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well of what Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing for the movement
Ive alive before and every persons got a purpose
dont observe it or know what theyre striving towards
Only you can the torch
Cause you wont the war if you dont know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
Most of us wont open up and the inner source
Combined with being tempted to just it
But dont twist the message, if you must think of my
Sometimes you pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind doors
into a war, an entrance with no exit
Before they could grow up, just some soldiers
Armin them crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin enhance them
In his own words 21st panther
13 old gets into a fight
Decided to the kids bike
come and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught with a gat and
Now whatta people think
Juvenile life like he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed the day he can legally drink
Now me whats the matter with this picture
I wish it was a but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these I cant see whos is it
I should probably 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
Now if you anything in a cage
Its tendency is going to try to be escape right?
When these get out of the gates and face life
If you them 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 strange
Its a snowball effect, and they see you again
So they can make sure that remains white
Yup, going back on race shit
Most of the neighborhoods are like cages try and escape and
If the American is to make it
Its obviously blatant that if youre left with nothing, do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, in his face
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? Just funny
sometimes you gotta take something to make money
My mans homie snitched and said that he to hit
And be out when hes 46
Now the game something
The soldiers the same orders
The generals are Crips 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 fiend on the block, servin em
If theres a teen with a Glock, theres a cop to turn em in
If you something I want, theres somebody murderin
Since 1492, the fuck do you think we learned it from
Now tell me the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whose is it
I should probably mind my
I said tell me the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres blood on these I can see whose is it
America me to mind my business