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K S Choice Winter

's dreaming too, in a world in which you Keep on searching for a thing sublime When all you need is inside of you Everybody's waiting for springtime Well winter

Traduction: K Le Choix. D'hiver.

On them hot summer nights We servin' the white On them cold winter days We be shootin' AKs You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard It's everyman

stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave

On them hot summer nights We servin' the white On them cold winter days We be shootin' AKs You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard It's everyman

summa nites we be servin' the white (Aiight!) On dem cold winta days we be shootin' A.K's You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard It's everyman fo

[Greg Nice] G-O-L-D gold and I've been told It's too hot to hold you can get it sold In the summer heat in the winter cold Fourteen karat gold won't

them hot summer nights We servin' the white On them cold winter days We be shootin' AKs You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard It's everyman for