Lirik Lagu Respiration (flying High Mix) - Black Star
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Mos Def singing)I'm flyin' high, in the friendly skywithout ever leaving the ground, yeah yeahRest of the folks are tired and wearyAnd have laid their bodies down
(Talib Kweli)We lyrically rich, livin, spiritually fitEating healthy, coming clean never filthyIn God's eyes I'm wealthyFelt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lightsTime traveled participatin on battles my brethren fightFor birth rights that they already got, and shouldn't have to getBreak down the steady plot that's accurateBust the shots that's immaculateTake it to your nugget cause my beloved covet they freedomBelieve it put nothing above it love it or leave itWe blessed with free will so we choose to be illLike sharks keepin it movin we could never be stillSwim in the channels of lifeThe orators of rhyme handling micsTiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelightsEverlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cashinNiggaz flashing (?----) classes sippin thug passion blastinMakaveli 4, I bet on brothers with nothing to live forTo give more to the struggle, they already at war
(Chorus)So much on my mind I just can't reclineBlastin holes til the night bled sunshineBreathe in...Breathe out,Heard the bass ride out like an ancient (mating call)I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing
(Mos Def)Yo,I pushed my pen and wrote this scribeLike the morning wouldn't find me aliveI'm surrounded on all sidesBy the kind and the cool, wise men and the foolYoung guns attending school, ghetto classes include:Get yours, get it right
(Talib Kweli)We lyrically rich, livin, spiritually fitEating healthy, coming clean never filthyIn God's eyes I'm wealthyFelt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lightsTime traveled participatin on battles my brethren fightFor birth rights that they already got, and shouldn't have to getBreak down the steady plot that's accurateBust the shots that's immaculateTake it to your nugget cause my beloved covet they freedomBelieve it put nothing above it love it or leave itWe blessed with free will so we choose to be illLike sharks keepin it movin we could never be stillSwim in the channels of lifeThe orators of rhyme handling micsTiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelightsEverlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cashinNiggaz flashing (?----) classes sippin thug passion blastinMakaveli 4, I bet on brothers with nothing to live forTo give more to the struggle, they already at war
(Chorus)So much on my mind I just can't reclineBlastin holes til the night bled sunshineBreathe in...Breathe out,Heard the bass ride out like an ancient (mating call)I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing
(Mos Def)Yo,I pushed my pen and wrote this scribeLike the morning wouldn't find me aliveI'm surrounded on all sidesBy the kind and the cool, wise men and the foolYoung guns attending school, ghetto classes include:Get yours, get it right
