he would never run away I am a lonely soldier boy, thousands of miles from my home Soldier of fortune You go wherever the call is Soldier of fortune
译文: 下降法. 士兵男孩.
to your guns? But he made a vow that he would never run away I am a lonely soldier boy thousands of miles from my home soldier of fortune . . . not me
for war, a natural soldier boy, ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. In the meanwhile, I still gotta make me some money to get by
all in together now, all in together now Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do work Mashin in my Chevy down
whistle blows That's right boy, anything goes The crime is committed and he's right on your tail There's no bail, not thinkin' 'bout jail All the ends, are justified by
me When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there When it got heavy, I held it, you were there The ones that stood by me like soldiers
and freeze at them whores Then we speed off in cars Then we breezing the law Blowing that weed from my jaw G's up hoe's down EASTSIDE to by dog (EastSide
the rainy weather The seats they ain't customized They made by Ricarro A ruby red CF5 I'll cop by tomorrow [Baby] For catching me on the interstate drunk Running the law
Yeah, when I'm out in N.Y., boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A., boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this
my area code My dawg Wicked Gettin lifted like a shovel And if you see my boy Huttle Then you know your Hood's in trouble Cause it be that free wheelin Drug dealin soldier
bastard Still tryin to convince us some more Pretendin your raw that's what you need a minister for Again it's the law got you up against the wall We
whistle blows (That's right boy, anything goes!) The crime is commited and he's right on your tail There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail All the ends, are justified by
never really never really know now every boy around the world dreams he could save the day be the hero, get the girland walk away now grandpa isn't here today and the soldiers
mohammad is a little boy growing up in a violent world heard the guns when he was five and above the smoke he saw the flag of israel unfurled so what
his petition He thanked me for my time I headed back inside, grabbed my beer An' got back to the game Thought by now that boy, he's three doors down
natural soldier boy, Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i Still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, I
