Lirik Lagu Rhymin' Wordz Freestyle - Eminem
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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
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- 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.
First word, excrementExclimate, is that what you said?My next defense, against these extra menWho try to step to me and wanna have sex again(Vaseline)You little sickass, I’ll spray em with gasolineThey try to jack me off with VaselineMy ass is mean, I smash your spleenWhen I crash the scene(Cell phone)With a cell phone, now who the hell is home?Y’all can’t tell Paul how to throw me words(Animal crackers)Cause animal crackers is what I do when I eat MC’s like a cannibal backwardsHa ha, I got it, that’s not itFake rappers been spotted(Broken headphones)Like broken headphones, you head home, you sped homeYou get your head blown, rappers try to step, they speak in the dead tonesSo I ain’t trying to hear them, give me another, word for your mother(Stretch Armstrong)Stretch Armstrong, my brother, coming with rhymes every time that I be drummingRunning with this shit when I kick a bitch in the stomachAnd star wars, this car’s a TaurusYo, how many bars we hit tonight, cause I’m drunk off(Peanut butter)Off peanut butter, you see my dick and you start to stutterStart to utter, words that you shouldn’t utter(Mark Whalberg)Cause Mark Whalberg is a small turd, and I’ma step on him like dogshitA fore fist, so rappers just get off it, I come across with(Pulp fiction)With pulp fiction, yo I’ll eat you like a big gulp addictionLike slurpees, got herpes, got a hair piece, rest my anises(?)Got brain damage, I’m dumber than rain man isThere’s mayonnaise on this, I need a plain sandwichHurry up, give me one, rappers try to step to this static they wanna give me none(Fresh vegetables)With fresh vegetables, my testicles are hanging off to the left of youYou’re bisexual, and there’s a guy next to you, standing, rappers know that Ibe-(Preparation H)Preparation H, you didn’t even let me finish my rhymeJust shut up for one more time, while I just shine, on thisMicrophone, cause I’ma be honest, any MC who tries to step to thisI’m making you a promise, that what? Give me a word(Nostradamus)That Nostradamus is blowing up your house, killing your foster mammasAnd coming back to get your parents, well I have itThese rhymes are fourteen karat, solid goldRappers step to me, you get your wallet stole(Times Square)In Times Square, I got blonde hair, I’m higher than con airRappers don’t want to see me, I’ll butt fuck Goldie Hawn bareIn a lawn chair, cause I’m there(Kurt Russell)With Kurt Russell, saying “come here Goldie, you want my love muscle?”I know you want it, I get blunted, then IKick these, freestyles just like whipped knees(Taxicab)With a taxicab, I’ll smack a bitch with a maxi padWhere we going? Don’t ask me dadLeave me alone, I’m not trying, to even hear youDad, I hope you’re fucking dying, off this porno magYo, did you see my ad? Yo, wait a minute, did you see my ass?Is what I meant to say, I meant to say a rhyme that goes this way is elementaryFor the century, Slim Shady’s is gonna be the illest(Flamingos)What? Flamingos? My mother goes out and plays bingoEvery single day, at the bingo hall, that’s why my dick is single, smallDidn’t blow up, just don’t give a what? A cuff?Didn’t blow up, just don’t give a what? A cuff?(DT’s fired)But DT’s fired, he’s retired, he’s not hired, yo plus I’m tiredOf busting and spitting this rhyme nonstop, I’m on topTaking records to the pawnshop, stretchDamn, see my big ick? CatchPut a D in front of it, rappers don’t want none of itComing with a ton of shit to spill, Slim Shady out, I get ill with the skillBaby, aight baby, Slim ShadyKick eighty million rhymes, till I’m older than GradySpilled gravy, all over my damn navy blue aviBye bye
