歌曲 | Bless America |
歌手 | Pastor Troy |
专辑 | Universal Soldier |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Derringer, Pastor Troy | |
I am a real American | |
Fight for the rights of every man | |
When it rain it pours, thunder and lightning | |
These cowards is trifling | |
They got me, watching for high jackers | |
Watching for terrorism, bet I ain't playin with 'em | |
The nine get 'em | |
It's horror when you don't know if you gone ever see tomorrow | |
Or your partner, maybe a loved one, maybe your auntie | |
Think you gone take from me, well then it's on g | |
Jesus is coming back, soon as he lay attack | |
I bust my rifle, I'll wave my bible | |
Crankin' my army up because we know what' up | |
They hit pentagon and now it's Babylon | |
Bless America | |
[Chorus (repeat 4x)] | |
America, no country like it | |
America, let's get united | |
We all fightin | |
A couple cases of anthrax | |
Though I ain't sweatin | |
Me and my homies got army gadgets | |
No it aint magic | |
You bomb me, I bomb you | |
This is a ?? | |
Pastor sucka, U.S Marines, Army, Navy on the same team | |
It's not a dream, its reality | |
Miseducated, to all casualty | |
You capture me, I'mma be dumpin something | |
I'm from America buddy you better tell him something | |
Usama Bin Laden, we see you, we blasting | |
Buddy we want you, dead or alive | |
And when we catch you, got a surprise | |
Fuck the Taliban, fuck the marathon | |
Sucka, fuck everything, and just let freedom ring | |
Bless America | |
[Chorus (repeat until song ends)] |
zuo qu : Derringer, Pastor Troy | |
I am a real American | |
Fight for the rights of every man | |
When it rain it pours, thunder and lightning | |
These cowards is trifling | |
They got me, watching for high jackers | |
Watching for terrorism, bet I ain' t playin with ' em | |
The nine get ' em | |
It' s horror when you don' t know if you gone ever see tomorrow | |
Or your partner, maybe a loved one, maybe your auntie | |
Think you gone take from me, well then it' s on g | |
Jesus is coming back, soon as he lay attack | |
I bust my rifle, I' ll wave my bible | |
Crankin' my army up because we know what' up | |
They hit pentagon and now it' s Babylon | |
Bless America | |
Chorus repeat 4x | |
America, no country like it | |
America, let' s get united | |
We all fightin | |
A couple cases of anthrax | |
Though I ain' t sweatin | |
Me and my homies got army gadgets | |
No it aint magic | |
You bomb me, I bomb you | |
This is a ?? | |
Pastor sucka, U. S Marines, Army, Navy on the same team | |
It' s not a dream, its reality | |
Miseducated, to all casualty | |
You capture me, I' mma be dumpin something | |
I' m from America buddy you better tell him something | |
Usama Bin Laden, we see you, we blasting | |
Buddy we want you, dead or alive | |
And when we catch you, got a surprise | |
Fuck the Taliban, fuck the marathon | |
Sucka, fuck everything, and just let freedom ring | |
Bless America | |
Chorus repeat until song ends |
zuò qǔ : Derringer, Pastor Troy | |
I am a real American | |
Fight for the rights of every man | |
When it rain it pours, thunder and lightning | |
These cowards is trifling | |
They got me, watching for high jackers | |
Watching for terrorism, bet I ain' t playin with ' em | |
The nine get ' em | |
It' s horror when you don' t know if you gone ever see tomorrow | |
Or your partner, maybe a loved one, maybe your auntie | |
Think you gone take from me, well then it' s on g | |
Jesus is coming back, soon as he lay attack | |
I bust my rifle, I' ll wave my bible | |
Crankin' my army up because we know what' up | |
They hit pentagon and now it' s Babylon | |
Bless America | |
Chorus repeat 4x | |
America, no country like it | |
America, let' s get united | |
We all fightin | |
A couple cases of anthrax | |
Though I ain' t sweatin | |
Me and my homies got army gadgets | |
No it aint magic | |
You bomb me, I bomb you | |
This is a ?? | |
Pastor sucka, U. S Marines, Army, Navy on the same team | |
It' s not a dream, its reality | |
Miseducated, to all casualty | |
You capture me, I' mma be dumpin something | |
I' m from America buddy you better tell him something | |
Usama Bin Laden, we see you, we blasting | |
Buddy we want you, dead or alive | |
And when we catch you, got a surprise | |
Fuck the Taliban, fuck the marathon | |
Sucka, fuck everything, and just let freedom ring | |
Bless America | |
Chorus repeat until song ends |