Lirik Lagu All Out - Makaveli
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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.
we goin all out (all out)we goin all out (iite)we goin all out, watch yo moufuckin mouth niggasthats right, fuck them fag niggas pa, do it, do it, do it
Come hell or high waterDown to slow our approachesjust anutha lost soul, stuck callin JahovahOutlaw till its ovaBrand as my strapBack like a cobraI stay drunk cuz i'm a mad manWheneva sober, on a one man missionmy ambition to hold up the rap gameWhile I pluck holes in niggas like donutsAnd still, down to die for all my souljaslike hillbillies, they dont fear meSo refuse, bring war to tha cityWit each breath, death before dishonaNeva let u swallow me, no apologies, ya honaA general in war, I'm the first to bombWit a squad, of trusted killas, quick to move shitHeavily armedI'm similar to Sadan, sometimes I question whos sainLike friends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the gameI hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch meI take tha figga of dirty niggas, who all got meWhile bitches is wonderin who shot meno love, keep a grudge, shootin slugs like Muammar QuadaffiMurder my friends, build a new possewe takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like rockyyou got alot of nerve ta play meAnutha gay rappa, bussin caps at Jay Z(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)And still avoid captureWhile yall cought, caught up in tha raptureStill afta me, I'm in Jamaica sippin DaqueriesNo doubtWe used ta have nuthin, then grabbin sumthin and bustinwanted ta be tha thug- nigga, that my old man wasntI came to a fiend, catchin cases, litigationniggaz playa hatin, got me crooked in all 50 statesI'm screamin DEATH ROW, throwin westside, aint no thangwe was raised off drive by's, brought up ta bangWe claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specificwe control all cash, from Atlantic-PacificAnd get this, i'm hard to kill, when I peel wit this live spotFatha, how da hell did i survive dese 5 shotslive it up,
Come hell or high waterDown to slow our approachesjust anutha lost soul, stuck callin JahovahOutlaw till its ovaBrand as my strapBack like a cobraI stay drunk cuz i'm a mad manWheneva sober, on a one man missionmy ambition to hold up the rap gameWhile I pluck holes in niggas like donutsAnd still, down to die for all my souljaslike hillbillies, they dont fear meSo refuse, bring war to tha cityWit each breath, death before dishonaNeva let u swallow me, no apologies, ya honaA general in war, I'm the first to bombWit a squad, of trusted killas, quick to move shitHeavily armedI'm similar to Sadan, sometimes I question whos sainLike friends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the gameI hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch meI take tha figga of dirty niggas, who all got meWhile bitches is wonderin who shot meno love, keep a grudge, shootin slugs like Muammar QuadaffiMurder my friends, build a new possewe takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like rockyyou got alot of nerve ta play meAnutha gay rappa, bussin caps at Jay Z(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)And still avoid captureWhile yall cought, caught up in tha raptureStill afta me, I'm in Jamaica sippin DaqueriesNo doubtWe used ta have nuthin, then grabbin sumthin and bustinwanted ta be tha thug- nigga, that my old man wasntI came to a fiend, catchin cases, litigationniggaz playa hatin, got me crooked in all 50 statesI'm screamin DEATH ROW, throwin westside, aint no thangwe was raised off drive by's, brought up ta bangWe claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specificwe control all cash, from Atlantic-PacificAnd get this, i'm hard to kill, when I peel wit this live spotFatha, how da hell did i survive dese 5 shotslive it up,
