[Z-Ro] I'm a Ridgemont soldier, state of Texas stunner King of the ghetto, even when I was a new comer 24 hours a day, I be sending fellas under If they
[Verse 1: Z-Ro] When will it ever stop all this hatin and droppin salt all I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault now from selling crack
(Lyrics: Gold-Rudy Nielson / Music: Lloyd-Gold-Echolette) If you open up the cage You will hurt yourself The king said it's forbidden Or you may get
I am Iron Man. Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts
Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head
en machine de guerre, j'attends l'occasion de m'echapper d'ma misere. brasco la voix du sous-sol, un vagabond de partout et d'nulle-part, fils de musicien
[by WIZZARD] Gods of thunder, lightning, and rain Lustful succubuses of death and pain Are gathered tonight up in the steel sky Down on the field of
l'enfance Refus d'obeissance De ce train en partance La bas sur la "voix Ferre" Et puis cette anarchie Des annees barricades Le quartier de Saint
with all the clarity of dream the sky so blue, the grass so green the rank and file and the navy blue the deep and strong, the straight and true the
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attenzione per non cadere giu tra rimorso e dolore e non perderti piu CORO: (sono ferro e cartone le mie ali e cosi) respiro diventero CORO: (sono ferro
Poi lo spirito L'aria pura Stagnano nei pozzi scaldan malattie Rossi focolai Brutte compagnie Scalzi e incappucciati pronti alla cattura Per la calamita FERRO
. This is my war. You will all remember. Hear me now, I'm calling out. I built myself a fucking iron army Their hearts are made of blood and steel. And they'll march
promis et je t'ai cru Tu m'as promis le cheval aile que j'ai jamais eu Tu m'as promis le fil d'Ariane, mais tu l'as coupe Tu m'as promis les notes de
Rockin out'n Hangin out thats What im all about I'm in the band We demand you here The weasels shout We blow up amps Cause were the Champs and losing
Est-ce un reflet de ta moustache Ou bien tes cris de "Mort aux vaches!" Qui les seduit De tes grosses mains maladroites Quand tu leur mets dessus la patte