Lirik Lagu Now Y - 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.
[Intro: La The Darkman]Yeah. Yeah. Yo. Yo.Yo. Trapacanti. Yo.
[Chorus: La The Darkman]When I walk these streets like bamboo I'm strappedGet your brain tapped by fourty four caliber gatsIt ain't like that cats gotta learn to relaxIf I let the gun clap you have no wish you're on your ass
[La The Darkman]If you see at cat without his vest hangin by his neckThen La done it I'm tryin to see this benz six-hundredWith a fly bitch, a gat and cognac gettin bluntedReadin the tablet of my money from the kids that I frontedYou don't want it, shootin slugs outta an armored green lex>From four pounds that fuck you up like a plane wreckDon't gamble with a tech, car is quicker than the eyeMy style, top secret like a Bosnian spyNow Y, New York have you laced in chalkThe South Bronx, what you thought when we let are guns talk?It's bloodsport, the Darkman call it like he seesBeen in buildings, doin eighty in a black m3Medallion swingin a linx, costin bount ten g'sN.Y.C., where killas bust cops at me
[Chorus]
[La The Darkman]New York ain't fuckin playas, we live gun sprayersMovin crack frm the streets of Manhatt' to the HimalayansAmadeus, why these Cali craps tryin to front?Ass gotta cut ropes, tryin to bungee jumpTight cunt, all white planes roll, we night creepersin bubble coats, eight hundred beapers, force one sneakersI stay fly, holdin it down for my blockWhat up ock? You could get a four-four shotAnd don't think it can't happen cuz you on the T.V. rappinI sneakin from B.X., B.K. and the StatenManhatten and Queens jookin kids for ringsNew York, New York, the big city of dre
[Chorus: La The Darkman]When I walk these streets like bamboo I'm strappedGet your brain tapped by fourty four caliber gatsIt ain't like that cats gotta learn to relaxIf I let the gun clap you have no wish you're on your ass
[La The Darkman]If you see at cat without his vest hangin by his neckThen La done it I'm tryin to see this benz six-hundredWith a fly bitch, a gat and cognac gettin bluntedReadin the tablet of my money from the kids that I frontedYou don't want it, shootin slugs outta an armored green lex>From four pounds that fuck you up like a plane wreckDon't gamble with a tech, car is quicker than the eyeMy style, top secret like a Bosnian spyNow Y, New York have you laced in chalkThe South Bronx, what you thought when we let are guns talk?It's bloodsport, the Darkman call it like he seesBeen in buildings, doin eighty in a black m3Medallion swingin a linx, costin bount ten g'sN.Y.C., where killas bust cops at me
[Chorus]
[La The Darkman]New York ain't fuckin playas, we live gun sprayersMovin crack frm the streets of Manhatt' to the HimalayansAmadeus, why these Cali craps tryin to front?Ass gotta cut ropes, tryin to bungee jumpTight cunt, all white planes roll, we night creepersin bubble coats, eight hundred beapers, force one sneakersI stay fly, holdin it down for my blockWhat up ock? You could get a four-four shotAnd don't think it can't happen cuz you on the T.V. rappinI sneakin from B.X., B.K. and the StatenManhatten and Queens jookin kids for ringsNew York, New York, the big city of dre
