Lirik Notraprock - Brooks Buford
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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 Tidak mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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 Tidak Mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi 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.
B to the R to the O to the O to the K to the B to the U to the F to the O to the R to the D....
Yeah God straight F*** up when he made me,
yeah go ahead buck up grab that mic,
Don't give a fuck if you scream all night
You ain't no rapper, quit that shit
Stick to surfboards, suck my dick
I came to clean the house, punch and roundhouse
Rhyme and run mouth
Straight from the down south
That's why all of y'all punks got dropped
I'll be the first to say fuck rap rock
I'm pumpin OutKast and Goodie Mob
what U know about La-Di-Da
Boogie down the history
How y'all came up with a mystery
I lived this hip hop shit my whole life and it almost took my life
I die for this bleed for this
You want this I need this
Let the world go to hell, I'll still fill notebooks and I know just how that coke cook
Couldn't came through the front so I came through the back with a band and a bottle of jack
Dog I ain't stupid go ahead, let's freestyle
I'll be having you lookin like a shit pile
The ATL version of 8 Mile,
With a jumpsuit dipped in argyle
Bangin 4 or 5 hoes in the back of Rodeo drivin down Rodeo
With a shotgun in my mind
20/20 one mo time, one mo flow one mo show
One million 199 to go
Keep it real Naw fuck that
make money and try to buy up the whole country ain't afraid to die so punch me
Even ehyme with my head cut off like a chicken
Stickin to my dreams
everythin' ain't what it seems, C'mon dummy run that game
Southern Boy with a brain, U all slept didn't you
Whole bunch for me none for U
I really hate to rub it in but I got all my publishin'
But anyway bustin' on this mic better than smokin' on that pipe
Some they hate some they like
Some they talk some they bite
Monday morn to Sunday night
Let's get this party started right
Wrong
Break that bong sing along
Do a line 'til the break o' dawn 'til the money gone
Back up that buck it's mine again<br /
Yeah God straight F*** up when he made me,
yeah go ahead buck up grab that mic,
Don't give a fuck if you scream all night
You ain't no rapper, quit that shit
Stick to surfboards, suck my dick
I came to clean the house, punch and roundhouse
Rhyme and run mouth
Straight from the down south
That's why all of y'all punks got dropped
I'll be the first to say fuck rap rock
I'm pumpin OutKast and Goodie Mob
what U know about La-Di-Da
Boogie down the history
How y'all came up with a mystery
I lived this hip hop shit my whole life and it almost took my life
I die for this bleed for this
You want this I need this
Let the world go to hell, I'll still fill notebooks and I know just how that coke cook
Couldn't came through the front so I came through the back with a band and a bottle of jack
Dog I ain't stupid go ahead, let's freestyle
I'll be having you lookin like a shit pile
The ATL version of 8 Mile,
With a jumpsuit dipped in argyle
Bangin 4 or 5 hoes in the back of Rodeo drivin down Rodeo
With a shotgun in my mind
20/20 one mo time, one mo flow one mo show
One million 199 to go
Keep it real Naw fuck that
make money and try to buy up the whole country ain't afraid to die so punch me
Even ehyme with my head cut off like a chicken
Stickin to my dreams
everythin' ain't what it seems, C'mon dummy run that game
Southern Boy with a brain, U all slept didn't you
Whole bunch for me none for U
I really hate to rub it in but I got all my publishin'
But anyway bustin' on this mic better than smokin' on that pipe
Some they hate some they like
Some they talk some they bite
Monday morn to Sunday night
Let's get this party started right
Wrong
Break that bong sing along
Do a line 'til the break o' dawn 'til the money gone
Back up that buck it's mine again<br /