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Geto Bilje.... Ko hoće neka se pridruži ali imaju pravila!!
0. Morate imat maramu
1. Predugo da se pise tu... ako vas zanima dodite do mene pa se raspitajte ili do pomocnog geto lika...
2. Morate davat guze mjesec dana nakon toga vi mozete drugima...hehehe
3. najnovije pravilo ima toga da se rade sranja ali psovat se nesmije... hehe
ČLANOVI:
Vampus aka Wii
Pero aka ConXepT
Kevin aka Key
Boris aka B3stija
Livaja aka Dark Killer
Šmit aka Šmitarius izdavo se guze dosta
Josip aka Hess
Davor aka Posa
MSN-OVI OD ČLANOVA:
Kevin - kema1000@net.hr
Vampus - vampus9@hotmail.com
Pero - relativemachine@hotmail.com
Boris - B3stija_jagshamash@hotmail.com
Livaja - Livaja_00@hotmail.com
Hes - nema ni internet a ne MSN možete dobit broj mobitela 0958187918 hehe eto pa bar nekak komunicirajte ali nema ni para na mobu pa uvjek šalje MMS jer mu je besplatan! hehe
Šmit limać - mali šmit ide 7 raz pa ima MSN a ne ko Hes da ga nema hehe punisher-5@hotmail.com
Davor - evo dečko ima carnet ali ima i MSN a ne ko Hes da nema ništa davor_posavcenic@hotmail.com
Zato Hes vidiš da si jedini tu bez MSN-a nabavi ga jbt hehe
Sad cure koji vam se od nas svida izaberite msn i javite nam se možete ćak i birat!
Moro sam maknit BIčaRU jer su mi tak mnogi zapovjedili!!!
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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Bilje mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Bilje mornin',
another little baby child is
