Lirik Lagu Truck Volume - 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.
BUSTA:Yeah, yeah.Yeah, yeah.Turn my music up (C'MON)Turn my music up (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Turn my music up (UHH)Turn my music up (UHH)Truck shit now (C'MON)Live nigga bully foot brassed up on rap shit now.Check it out now
VERSE 1:Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that shit you talkBefore I sick my bitch on you that'll bounce with your dick on a forkI'll bring a bigger storm to calm your cloudsI own a couple things; I even own a farm with cowsI own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowdsLike how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouseA lot of niggas like to wish on a stardon't give a fuck who you areI know some niggas that'll piss on your carNow see, every time we step in a placeI give y'all niggas shit that put a foul look on your faceAnd rob ice like I was never more ableDon't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the tableHey, I be the lost found tribe of "Jabas"Bust niggas then I plant another bomb in your assAnd then I put my students all in a classTo clear my ruler shipAnd make y'all niggas fucked up doin' the math
HOOK:One time now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Turn my music up (C'MON)Turn my music up (UHH)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck volume (C'MON)Truck volume (C'MON)
CHORUS:I know ya-wanna-get up-on itLet me-show ya- how we doEvery-time we-drop that-shit youKnow we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY)
VERSE 2:How many times you gon' crush down somethin'You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin'You fuckin' with the highest my niggaTryin' to fuck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my niggaC'mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mopBefore the hungry come and shop on your blockI know some niggas that'd love to blood suck you allA thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you allOne shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you allAnd when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "FUCK YOU ALL"Gathered up about a thousand young ?box? who brawlAs decoys, in case they needed to duck you allThat's why you better move tight with your clickNiggas be thirsty and quickJust to be off into the night with your shitC'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you areMake niggas wile, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the carNow let me frisk 'em, and shake they asses down to the floorOne dude wonderin', "What them niggas is poundin' me for?What them niggas grillin'? What them niggas houndin' me for?"Before the poundin', "What them niggas was surroundin' me for?"Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin' you forWe came to get you once but now I come to get you for moreAnd while they get and got, niggas drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shotGetting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot
HOOK:What the fuck now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Turn my music up (C'MON)Turn my music up (UHH)Hot shit now (C'MON)Street shit now (C'MON)Truck volume (C'MON)
CHORUS x 2
VERSE 1:Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that shit you talkBefore I sick my bitch on you that'll bounce with your dick on a forkI'll bring a bigger storm to calm your cloudsI own a couple things; I even own a farm with cowsI own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowdsLike how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouseA lot of niggas like to wish on a stardon't give a fuck who you areI know some niggas that'll piss on your carNow see, every time we step in a placeI give y'all niggas shit that put a foul look on your faceAnd rob ice like I was never more ableDon't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the tableHey, I be the lost found tribe of "Jabas"Bust niggas then I plant another bomb in your assAnd then I put my students all in a classTo clear my ruler shipAnd make y'all niggas fucked up doin' the math
HOOK:One time now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Turn my music up (C'MON)Turn my music up (UHH)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck volume (C'MON)Truck volume (C'MON)
CHORUS:I know ya-wanna-get up-on itLet me-show ya- how we doEvery-time we-drop that-shit youKnow we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY)
VERSE 2:How many times you gon' crush down somethin'You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin'You fuckin' with the highest my niggaTryin' to fuck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my niggaC'mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mopBefore the hungry come and shop on your blockI know some niggas that'd love to blood suck you allA thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you allOne shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you allAnd when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "FUCK YOU ALL"Gathered up about a thousand young ?box? who brawlAs decoys, in case they needed to duck you allThat's why you better move tight with your clickNiggas be thirsty and quickJust to be off into the night with your shitC'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you areMake niggas wile, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the carNow let me frisk 'em, and shake they asses down to the floorOne dude wonderin', "What them niggas is poundin' me for?What them niggas grillin'? What them niggas houndin' me for?"Before the poundin', "What them niggas was surroundin' me for?"Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin' you forWe came to get you once but now I come to get you for moreAnd while they get and got, niggas drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shotGetting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot
HOOK:What the fuck now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Truck shit now (C'MON)Turn my music up (C'MON)Turn my music up (UHH)Hot shit now (C'MON)Street shit now (C'MON)Truck volume (C'MON)
CHORUS x 2
