Lirik Lagu All Night Long - Common
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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.
featuring Erykah Badu
[Common (with Badu singing in background)]Yeah.. wanna feel the vi ah hi hibeWanna feel the vibe wanna feel the vi ibe!Uhhh.. wanna what? YeahWanna what? Uhh yeah (come on)Every bod' c'mon uhhYo yo.. (all night long)
[Common]Durin divine hours I use mind power to refineflour/flower girls and make em feel like black pearlsGet they minds off acryllic nails and the rap worldIt's a lot you can find in the lost black girlMade signs built in lodges, we be in garagesDiscussin who we boned and who God isPro-black like Craig Hodges with my dashikis in the cleanersI kick it for the Chevy ridin head to backstreet leaners
[Erykah Badu (with Common)]Allllll.. (uhh) niiiiiight.. (yea yea, what?) [HAH]Allllll.. [HUH, UHH] niiiiiight.. (whatcha say now Bee, what?)Allllll.. (yeah, yeah yeah) niiiiiight.. [AOW! Aoww-owwww](to freak it with the) Allllll.. (now let me get a piece of this)(let me get a piece Bee) niiiiiight..
[Common]Check it, check itI was born underwater with three dollars and a cocktailTryin to make the Garden of Eden, out of Auckdale and RockwellLock'd in this Grid like a Tupac taleWhile her-on rock smells make the cops tailMy third eye is my rail, on this Illa-thoughtWith afrocentric stamps I'm mailin thoughtsto my Gods held in courtI dwell where rebellion's taught, and emotions seldom walkI try to Walk Like an Egyptian, with Hieroglyphics spelled in chalkI guess the hustlin is the unspoken GospelLove that I'm an apostle, feel the holy spirit of ChicagoE Bottom, here's the bottleI think I, need a cup of a tea, because I'm novel
[Common (with Badu singing in background)]Yeah.. wanna feel the vi ah hi hibeWanna feel the vibe wanna feel the vi ibe!Uhhh.. wanna what? YeahWanna what? Uhh yeah (come on)Every bod' c'mon uhhYo yo.. (all night long)
[Common]Durin divine hours I use mind power to refineflour/flower girls and make em feel like black pearlsGet they minds off acryllic nails and the rap worldIt's a lot you can find in the lost black girlMade signs built in lodges, we be in garagesDiscussin who we boned and who God isPro-black like Craig Hodges with my dashikis in the cleanersI kick it for the Chevy ridin head to backstreet leaners
[Erykah Badu (with Common)]Allllll.. (uhh) niiiiiight.. (yea yea, what?) [HAH]Allllll.. [HUH, UHH] niiiiiight.. (whatcha say now Bee, what?)Allllll.. (yeah, yeah yeah) niiiiiight.. [AOW! Aoww-owwww](to freak it with the) Allllll.. (now let me get a piece of this)(let me get a piece Bee) niiiiiight..
[Common]Check it, check itI was born underwater with three dollars and a cocktailTryin to make the Garden of Eden, out of Auckdale and RockwellLock'd in this Grid like a Tupac taleWhile her-on rock smells make the cops tailMy third eye is my rail, on this Illa-thoughtWith afrocentric stamps I'm mailin thoughtsto my Gods held in courtI dwell where rebellion's taught, and emotions seldom walkI try to Walk Like an Egyptian, with Hieroglyphics spelled in chalkI guess the hustlin is the unspoken GospelLove that I'm an apostle, feel the holy spirit of ChicagoE Bottom, here's the bottleI think I, need a cup of a tea, because I'm novel
