Текст, перевод и аккорды “Soldier”
- I'm a soldier -> Eminem x4 Laa laa la la la laa Yo [Verse 1] Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangster, til I graduated to one And got the rep of a villian For weapon concealing, 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 your saying in your raps what you do So they feel, it's part of ya obligation to forefill If they see you on the streets face to face are you real? In confrontation ain't no conversation if you feel Your in violation in any hesitation'll you killed If you feel it, kill it ,if you 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'll violate, and all the motherfucking bet's be off I'm a lit fuse, anything I do, bitbh it's 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 him and come back, and again I kick dirt in them It's like pouring salt in the wounds, assault and get sued You can smell the lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room Everybody haults and stops, calls the cops All you see is bitches coming out their halter tops Running and ducking out to the Hot Rocks parkin lot You'll all get shot, whether it's your fault or not, cuz [Chorus] [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 could do it Don't even try, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever run your life trying to knock the truest I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to drop to two inch So ticky-tock, 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 jearsey '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 adversity [Chorus]
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