Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the soldiers that were to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you of being a human?
If the truth is a tool I dare you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of Im doin
If I you with the humor Im preparing them for the movement
Ive alive before and every persons got a purpose
Most dont it or know what theyre striving towards
you can light 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 accept it
But dont twist the message, if you must think of my
Sometimes you gotta pull off the and get on some left right left shit
I worked 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
into a war, an entrance with no exit
Before they could grow up, just crazy soldiers
Armin them with crack and guns, in essence,
Yup my man killsmatic enhance them
In his own words 21st panther
13 years old into a fight
Decided to steal the bike
come and he ends up in hand cuffs
Two in and now hes caught in the trap
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now whatta people think
life like that he grew up in a room with a mac
And hell be policed until the day he can drink
Now tell me the matter with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
Theres on these streets I cant see whos is it
I should mind my business
I tell me whats the matter with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems to vivid
Theres on these streets I can see whose is it
wants me to mind my business
Now if you anything in a cage
Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape
When these kids get out of the gates and life
If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate theyll behave
The is 80 something percent of kids who get locked up again or go straight to the pen
And thats right
Its a snowball effect, and wanna see you again
So they can make sure that America white
Yup, going on that race shit
of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and escape and
If the American dream is to it
Its obviously blatant that if youre 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 and let it spray, hit one of them 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 snitched and said that he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the something
The soldiers the same orders
The generals are Crips folk and south of the
Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in has his disorder
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
1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it from
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I it was a dream but it seems too vivid
Theres blood on these streets I see whose is it
I probably mind my business
I tell me whats the matter with this 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