Lirik Lagu The Big East - Masta Ase Inc.
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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.
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Who is the man with the hats with the snapsdroppin' the raps with the truth to the youth that's bustin' the caps?Who could it be? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a tree?No it's me: Capital A capital S capital E.Boomin' like thunda strikin' like lightnin'.Welcome to my Slaughtahouse I know it's frightenin'.I'm hittin' em over the head with lyrical styles like a bottle.My foot's on the pedal, my hand is on the throttle.I'm turbo-boostin' from Houston to Vegas.You want us to quit, but shit, you can't make us.There's too much money to make, money to get, money to earn.My pockets are on "E", and I want money to burn.I got GUSTO, plus yo, I'm zeekin' 'em.Rollin' with L.D., Ken, Eyce, and Neek and 'em.Phat tracks, I'm freakin' 'em, word to your auntie.It's written all over your face, I know you want me.Scientifical mathematical war.Rhymes and beats harder than Trigonometry 4.So open your books to page one, and I'll show you how it's done,it's the roughneck kid without a gun.I'm laughin'-- ha ha! -- it's fun to watch you weep asyou're cryin', dyin', try and figure out the Jeep AssNig-guh, bigger and better and badder than ever before,hittin' with hardcore lyrical calesthenics that make me sore.And the shower of fire, supplier of the real,get with the program and I'm slammin' like Shaquille.Right on your head, do what I said, backin' me up is the D:(Lord Digga:)You must be crazy if you wanna mess with me.Cuz I am not the one, kid.Oh no, he ain't the one, son.The shank in my sock will chop you like an onion.So Boom, head
Who is the man with the hats with the snapsdroppin' the raps with the truth to the youth that's bustin' the caps?Who could it be? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a tree?No it's me: Capital A capital S capital E.Boomin' like thunda strikin' like lightnin'.Welcome to my Slaughtahouse I know it's frightenin'.I'm hittin' em over the head with lyrical styles like a bottle.My foot's on the pedal, my hand is on the throttle.I'm turbo-boostin' from Houston to Vegas.You want us to quit, but shit, you can't make us.There's too much money to make, money to get, money to earn.My pockets are on "E", and I want money to burn.I got GUSTO, plus yo, I'm zeekin' 'em.Rollin' with L.D., Ken, Eyce, and Neek and 'em.Phat tracks, I'm freakin' 'em, word to your auntie.It's written all over your face, I know you want me.Scientifical mathematical war.Rhymes and beats harder than Trigonometry 4.So open your books to page one, and I'll show you how it's done,it's the roughneck kid without a gun.I'm laughin'-- ha ha! -- it's fun to watch you weep asyou're cryin', dyin', try and figure out the Jeep AssNig-guh, bigger and better and badder than ever before,hittin' with hardcore lyrical calesthenics that make me sore.And the shower of fire, supplier of the real,get with the program and I'm slammin' like Shaquille.Right on your head, do what I said, backin' me up is the D:(Lord Digga:)You must be crazy if you wanna mess with me.Cuz I am not the one, kid.Oh no, he ain't the one, son.The shank in my sock will chop you like an onion.So Boom, head
