Lirik Lagu City Lights - La The Darkman
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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.
(Talking)
Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edgenot knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the Feds.The ghetto live in bloodshed (Yo) we live in bloodshed.
I know this African cat jet black gold grillSaid we can split a half a mil if I could get his wife killed.The feds on him Jake to pull seven on patrol.Cops shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole.Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it.Watchin FOX, saw his face on America's Most Wanted.With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks.So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead click.Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks.One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut.But he recoveredTo say the first shell wasnt shit.What you workin wit?A rusty 22 kid?Then he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths.Six fire, four hit, one crushed the pelvis.The others went through his wrist.How's that for accurate?The kids scarred for life.Equipped with a permanent limp.He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son.Everytime beef come he blast the Mac one-one.Spendin two G's on gold to impress the Hoes.Got money in Milwaukee with a house on the low.He played the 5 boros, everyday flyThought he couldn't die.Bags of hydro in da 5, gettin high.He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin.Shootin up clubs, airport drug trafficking.He met his match, fuck around and rob the wrong Cat.For a hundred and eighty G's the god want his cream back.Now it's a gun battle.But the son ain't fessin, he grabbed his wesson.These niggaz lookin for me I'ma shoot
Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edgenot knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the Feds.The ghetto live in bloodshed (Yo) we live in bloodshed.
I know this African cat jet black gold grillSaid we can split a half a mil if I could get his wife killed.The feds on him Jake to pull seven on patrol.Cops shot on the stroll by his man thats on parole.Now he haunted, had a big screen but he pawned it.Watchin FOX, saw his face on America's Most Wanted.With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks.So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead click.Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks.One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut.But he recoveredTo say the first shell wasnt shit.What you workin wit?A rusty 22 kid?Then he flipped quick, bust back from four-fifths.Six fire, four hit, one crushed the pelvis.The others went through his wrist.How's that for accurate?The kids scarred for life.Equipped with a permanent limp.He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son.Everytime beef come he blast the Mac one-one.Spendin two G's on gold to impress the Hoes.Got money in Milwaukee with a house on the low.He played the 5 boros, everyday flyThought he couldn't die.Bags of hydro in da 5, gettin high.He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin.Shootin up clubs, airport drug trafficking.He met his match, fuck around and rob the wrong Cat.For a hundred and eighty G's the god want his cream back.Now it's a gun battle.But the son ain't fessin, he grabbed his wesson.These niggaz lookin for me I'ma shoot
