thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers
Churchman am I (Robert Burns) I No Churchman am I for to rail and to write, No Statesman nor Soldier
has been written by the hand of God. But should a foreign enemy Profane your land with his sole, Think, beloved fatherland, that heaven gave you a soldier
street Make them steal Planes crash ships sink Every poison gets sweet Every enemy see Feel the nuclear nigga heat May I propose a toast? It's coming close to World War III
soldi contanti contati da fame, sogna l'Arabia ma ha la rabbia e sbava come un cane, se voli facile a poco tipo Ryanair, vuoi soldi facili se fai giri
Brothas Mang You Watchin Movies Thinking You Scarface Or Pablo Put It On Your Cd And Count Your Lil Bar Codes Get It Real Life Arizona By The Cargo Battle Field Soldier
you down Conquest is mine into the fight Screaming the battlecry ! Screaming the battlecry running with vengeance in my eyes Not one of you will survive [III
heart through a samovar soon. captain: in this place called heavenly you were born here. this place called heavenly you were born here. you were born here. PART III soldier
[Intro:] Big up Demarco sing fallen soldier Tired fi mama cry and bawl on shoulda Must be a Holocaust or Genocide Humanity I prescribe [Chorus:] Too
] Now how the fuck you gon' stop a tank Tryin' to deny the bank We comin' through with them choppers choppin' and not a shank Mac say's World War III
VERSE 1: eyoo life aint no bitch like nas told us we got it from God, so we gotta protect it like soldiers gotta keep movin movin, prove that we struggle
Eyoo life aint no bitch like nas told us we got it from God, so we gotta protect it like soldiers gotta keep movin movin, prove that we struggle n fight
dank dark road Maybe nothing matters anyway [III: Camouflaged In Blue] Dead on your feet you walk like no one's home Out on the street you make your way alone Soldier
parkenden Gulli dich vom Wagen in Gulli. Die einzige Crew, die du kennst: Dein Kragen am Pulli. Bin seit Tagen am Gulli. Cas: Chef im Dienst! Dirty southkid soldier
Превод: Ill Скарлет. Животът на войник.
[Music: Dream Theater / Lyrics: John Petrucci] [III. Heretic] Welcome tired pilgrim Into the circle We have been waiting Everyone's gathered for your