Luyện nghe bài hát Soldiers

This is for my
Not my soldiers that to be soldiers
But the soldiers were forced to be soldiers
Now whats the trouble, you of being a human?
If the truth is a tool I double you to use it
Hit the booth and Im well aware of Im doin
If I confuse you with the humor Im preparing for the movement
Ive been alive before and every got a purpose
Most dont observe it or know what theyre towards
you can light the torch
Cause you wont survive the war if you know what the fuck it is youre fighting for
of us wont open up and trust the inner source
Combined with being tempted to just it
But dont twist the message, if you think of my support
Sometimes you gotta pull off the and get on some left right left shit
I worked with 80 hooded behind locked doors
into a war, an entrance with no exit
Before they could grow up, just some soldiers
Armin them with and guns, in essence, defenseless
Yup my man rappin enhance them
In his own words 21st panther
13 years old into a fight
Decided to steal the kids
Cops come and he ends up in hand
Two months in and now hes in the trap
Got out, got caught a gat and crack
Now whatta these think
Juvenile life like that he grew up in a room a mac
And be policed until the day he can legally drink
Now tell me whats the with this picture
I wish it was a dream but it too vivid
blood on these streets I cant see whos is it
I should probably mind my
I said tell me whats the 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
Now if you contain anything in a
Its natural is going to try to be escape right?
these kids 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 percent 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 America remains white
Yup, going back on 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 with nothing, what do you do?
Murder was the case
My man got beat up, stomped in his
Ask George bush what you do when youre
His boy and let it spray, hit one of them in the leg
Now you can relate,
Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? ain't funny
Proving you gotta take something to make money
My mans homie snitched and said he planned to hit
And hell be out hes 46
Now aint the game
The soldiers follow the orders
The generals are folk and south of the boarder
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 a Glock, theres 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 tell me the matter with this 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 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