Lirik Lagu Make 'em Pay - GangStarr
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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
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- 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
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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 Krumb Snatcha
[Guru]First and foremost some rappers are sweet like fructoseWhen I cock back these lyrics y'all punks best be ghostI be the seven twenty one eighteen twenty oneThe illest one I'm almost doper than anyoneStraight out the late nights of Bed StuySteppin up y'all put your weapons up I make heads flyYou're artificial like saccarhinYou're crazy fake it's more than skills you be lackin inConcepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tightTryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfightI'm troopin on night air like flight number 106and gettin all up in your fuckin mixYou get me upset, and I got you uptightcause my committee's in your city tonight, AIGHT?We got seventeen million of us plus, two million IndiansThat makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like Wild BillI be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with dramaMy karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armorAnd make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to meSteppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponryMy specialty is tearin tracks out the frameYou know my fuckin name, I rule all gameI'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?
[Guru]Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witnessTremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitnessDrop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast yaSlice precise like ?fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramasStyles so swift, that you can't peep the Godas your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyardI laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazesDark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirrorYour whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushedToo many dumb punks, want to enter this rap sceneKickin Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped cleaninto oblivion, the true champion always risesI bring surprises to the chief plus their advise
[Guru]First and foremost some rappers are sweet like fructoseWhen I cock back these lyrics y'all punks best be ghostI be the seven twenty one eighteen twenty oneThe illest one I'm almost doper than anyoneStraight out the late nights of Bed StuySteppin up y'all put your weapons up I make heads flyYou're artificial like saccarhinYou're crazy fake it's more than skills you be lackin inConcepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tightTryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfightI'm troopin on night air like flight number 106and gettin all up in your fuckin mixYou get me upset, and I got you uptightcause my committee's in your city tonight, AIGHT?We got seventeen million of us plus, two million IndiansThat makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like Wild BillI be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with dramaMy karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armorAnd make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to meSteppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponryMy specialty is tearin tracks out the frameYou know my fuckin name, I rule all gameI'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?
[Guru]Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witnessTremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitnessDrop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast yaSlice precise like ?fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramasStyles so swift, that you can't peep the Godas your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyardI laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazesDark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirrorYour whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushedToo many dumb punks, want to enter this rap sceneKickin Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped cleaninto oblivion, the true champion always risesI bring surprises to the chief plus their advise
