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Pastor Troy - Bless America текст песни
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[chorus (repeat 4x)]
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 aint playin with em
The nine get em
Its horror when you dont 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 its on g
Jesus is coming back, soon as he lay attack
I bust my rifle, Ill wave my bible
Crankin my army up because we know what up
They hit pentagon and now its babylon
Bless america
[chorus (repeat 4x)]
America, no country like it
America, lets get united
We all fightin
A couple cases of anthrax
Though I aint 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
Its not a dream, its reality
Miseducated, to all casualty
You capture me, imma be dumpin something
Im 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)]
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 aint playin with em
The nine get em
Its horror when you dont 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 its on g
Jesus is coming back, soon as he lay attack
I bust my rifle, Ill wave my bible
Crankin my army up because we know what up
They hit pentagon and now its babylon
Bless america
[chorus (repeat 4x)]
America, no country like it
America, lets get united
We all fightin
A couple cases of anthrax
Though I aint 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
Its not a dream, its reality
Miseducated, to all casualty
You capture me, imma be dumpin something
Im 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)]
Исполнитель: Pastor Troy