Lirik Lagu Against All Odds - Busta Rhymes
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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.
[Baby Sham]Aiyyo, balls your pencilsAs hollow tips get in youBots cutting to slice your face youRhymes is naturalHold two lives and four wivesUp in the crack capsuleFlipmode cruddy styles has been past youRush passYou couldn't touch cashIf it was under your noseLike a mustacheNiggaWhat assShow your whole cheekSlugs with no heatDiamonds that don't breakYou thugs is so sweet
[Rampage]I float so much I get seasickFlipmode is the Squad who I beez withWho I get plucks withAnd push German V's withRampage I'm psychic I can see shitTo the next milleniumYou not gon be shitScratch your name off the listCut your wristYou know the issueI'm officialWhen you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you
Chorus:FLIPMODE SQUADHere to drop bombsAGAINST ALL ODDSStill remain godsGRIP YOUR ARMWe always come hardTHE WORLD IS OURSCall a National Guard
[Rah Digga]Here we goAny bitch that rhyme wanna flex she assI'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glassNiggas make way like when they hear sirensTreat you like park and too close to fire hydrantsAll up in the boardKicking back long islandsGet your wig split first solid defianceRah Earth and sun in this Imperial allianceYou do the science
[Spliff Star]I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixensFall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay gettingDirty nigga for lifeThat's how Spliff's livingThrowing niggas in casketsTired of a yellow ribbonsI buck my duck if you touch my oneRather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for funFat Man's Son, street educatedThe colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
Chorus
[Lord Have Mercy]We enemies of three strike felony lawsGorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whoresLapdances trap grands without lawsMy baby moms, three eighty for your armsThat bust with loud forceThe ghetto with usThat bang Makaveli in trucksThat whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunksWho gazey chaseFake thugs with lazy aidTrack marksRap starsAnd a rain of aids
[Busta Rhymes]Yo, what you want from usNow visualize more of usStay toting under my given flavor from NauticasDestroy every arch rival or any challengerMake you remember this dayNigga mark it on your calendarI'm showing you somethingYou ain't saying nothingMy niggas make noiseLike a bunch of volcanoes eruptingNone of y'all niggas really wanna warThe type of nigga to crash my plane in your buildingIn the name of the law
Chorus
[Rampage]I float so much I get seasickFlipmode is the Squad who I beez withWho I get plucks withAnd push German V's withRampage I'm psychic I can see shitTo the next milleniumYou not gon be shitScratch your name off the listCut your wristYou know the issueI'm officialWhen you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you
Chorus:FLIPMODE SQUADHere to drop bombsAGAINST ALL ODDSStill remain godsGRIP YOUR ARMWe always come hardTHE WORLD IS OURSCall a National Guard
[Rah Digga]Here we goAny bitch that rhyme wanna flex she assI'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glassNiggas make way like when they hear sirensTreat you like park and too close to fire hydrantsAll up in the boardKicking back long islandsGet your wig split first solid defianceRah Earth and sun in this Imperial allianceYou do the science
[Spliff Star]I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixensFall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay gettingDirty nigga for lifeThat's how Spliff's livingThrowing niggas in casketsTired of a yellow ribbonsI buck my duck if you touch my oneRather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for funFat Man's Son, street educatedThe colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
Chorus
[Lord Have Mercy]We enemies of three strike felony lawsGorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whoresLapdances trap grands without lawsMy baby moms, three eighty for your armsThat bust with loud forceThe ghetto with usThat bang Makaveli in trucksThat whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunksWho gazey chaseFake thugs with lazy aidTrack marksRap starsAnd a rain of aids
[Busta Rhymes]Yo, what you want from usNow visualize more of usStay toting under my given flavor from NauticasDestroy every arch rival or any challengerMake you remember this dayNigga mark it on your calendarI'm showing you somethingYou ain't saying nothingMy niggas make noiseLike a bunch of volcanoes eruptingNone of y'all niggas really wanna warThe type of nigga to crash my plane in your buildingIn the name of the law
Chorus
