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Скачать плюс минус mp3 файла песни Эти шаги должны помочь 👇I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Da da da da da I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo
Verse #1 Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangster, 'til I graduated to one And got the rap of a villian, for weapon consealin' Took the image of a thug kept shit appealing willin to stick out my neck for respect if it meant life or death Never lived to regret what I said When your me, people just wanna see if its true If it's you, what you say in your raps is what you do So they feel, it's part of ya obligation to forefill When they see you on the streets face to face are you for real? The confrontation ain't no conversation if you feel Your in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed If you feel it, kill it, if you can conceal it, reveal it Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets Pull it, squeeze it, 'til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze
Chorus I'm a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier Even if my collar bones crush or crumble I will never slip or stumble I'm a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier Even if my collar bones crush or crumble I will never stumble
Verse #2 I love pissing you off, it get's me off Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me off All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off I'm violating. All the motherfucking bet's be off I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bitch is news Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2" Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it You sweat bullets an excellent method to get rid of the next bully It's actually better, cause instead of you murdering You can hurt 'em then come back again and kick dirt in them It's like pouring salt in your wounds, assault and get sued, You can smell the lawsuits as soon as I waltz in the room Everybody's hearts just stop, they call the cops All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops Running and ducking at the Hot Rock's parking lot You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not
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Verse #3 I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to it You mother fuckers could never do it like I can do it Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever in your life trying to knock the truest I spill the illicit shit ever, could drive me to it So ticcy toc, listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen Mother fuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again Full of controversy, until I retire my jersey 'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30 And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity
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