Lirik Lagu This Goes Out (Ft Big Duke And Tatu) - Jagged Edge
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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.
This goes out to all them hustlersEverybody out there making them ends meetI ain't mad at'chaJE y'all, this goes out to everybody
This goes out to you, this goes out to you(This goes out)This goes out to you, this goes out to you(I'm telling you this goes out)This goes out to you, this goes out to you(This goes out, hey)This goes out to you, this goes out to you(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Some people sleep five to a bedThree at the feet, two at the topSo I can't really talk about how they should liveWhen I know in my heart if it came down to itI'd be getting down the same as themSee Lord, tryna hustle must be something heaven sentA lot of rent wouldn't be made without this tradeThat we call hustlin'
This goes out to the cats on the cornerStressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollarI ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out to the girls in the streetsLike going all out just so their kids can eatLike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out...
I used to be half betweenGoing all out and doings things that I know just wasn't rightAnd now I'm looking backAnd I think just do it or never did somethingBut I can tell you thatI'd probably take a bullet in my head than leave my family unfedAnd that's the way it isThis goes out to my homies, yeah
This goes out to the cats on the cornerStressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollarI ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out to the girls in the streetsLike going all out just so their kids can eatLike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out...
[Rap]Uh, uh, uhAy yo I welcome the struggleLike I welcome the hustleFind the right one, take it and bubbleThat's on the muscleI ain't giving in, I'm trying to winAnd if I gotta get my hands a little dirtyThen I'm sorry for sinBut the Fed don't understand ain't bredSo brothers gotta learn to bake to make breadChicks use their ass and shake to make breatBut I understand shorty keep them kids fed
This goes out to my whole 5-5-81 clickI often reminisce when we just dreamed of thisRich cars, fine homes, girls with nice toesDime pieces standing in line to show us their thongsWent from riding six deep in a little ass jeepTo Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the streetsWe gon' ball till we fallCause we fadin' em allPut your glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all
This goes out to the cats on the cornerStressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollarI ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out to the girls in the streetsLike going all out just so their kids can eatLike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out...
My homies, you can't touch meIf you don't really knowThis goes out to my homiesYou can't touch meIf you don't really knowThis goes out to my homiesYou can't touch meIf you don't really knowThis goes out to my homiesYou can't touch meIf you don't really know
This goes out to you, this goes out to you(This goes out)This goes out to you, this goes out to you(I'm telling you this goes out)This goes out to you, this goes out to you(This goes out, hey)This goes out to you, this goes out to you(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Some people sleep five to a bedThree at the feet, two at the topSo I can't really talk about how they should liveWhen I know in my heart if it came down to itI'd be getting down the same as themSee Lord, tryna hustle must be something heaven sentA lot of rent wouldn't be made without this tradeThat we call hustlin'
This goes out to the cats on the cornerStressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollarI ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out to the girls in the streetsLike going all out just so their kids can eatLike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out...
I used to be half betweenGoing all out and doings things that I know just wasn't rightAnd now I'm looking backAnd I think just do it or never did somethingBut I can tell you thatI'd probably take a bullet in my head than leave my family unfedAnd that's the way it isThis goes out to my homies, yeah
This goes out to the cats on the cornerStressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollarI ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out to the girls in the streetsLike going all out just so their kids can eatLike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out...
[Rap]Uh, uh, uhAy yo I welcome the struggleLike I welcome the hustleFind the right one, take it and bubbleThat's on the muscleI ain't giving in, I'm trying to winAnd if I gotta get my hands a little dirtyThen I'm sorry for sinBut the Fed don't understand ain't bredSo brothers gotta learn to bake to make breadChicks use their ass and shake to make breatBut I understand shorty keep them kids fed
This goes out to my whole 5-5-81 clickI often reminisce when we just dreamed of thisRich cars, fine homes, girls with nice toesDime pieces standing in line to show us their thongsWent from riding six deep in a little ass jeepTo Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the streetsWe gon' ball till we fallCause we fadin' em allPut your glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all
This goes out to the cats on the cornerStressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollarI ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out to the girls in the streetsLike going all out just so their kids can eatLike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do somethingHold your head up cause they can't touch youThis goes out...
My homies, you can't touch meIf you don't really knowThis goes out to my homiesYou can't touch meIf you don't really knowThis goes out to my homiesYou can't touch meIf you don't really knowThis goes out to my homiesYou can't touch meIf you don't really know
