Lirik Lagu Rewind - Nas
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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.
Listen up gangstas and hunnies wit ya hair donePull up a chair hun and put it in the air sonDawg, whatever they call you god just listenI spit a story backwards, its starts at the endin'...
The bullet goes back in the gunThe bullet holes closin' the chest of a nigga now he back to square oneScreamin "shoot don't please"I put my fifth back on my hipIts like a vcr rewindin a hitHe put his hands back on his bitchMy caravan doors open upI jump back in the van and close it shutGo in reverse fully preparedMy nigga jungle utters something crazy like "go he there"Sittin back in this chair, we hittin' the roachThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growthJungle unrolls it, puts his weed back in the jarThe blunt turns back into a cigarWe listenin to stevie, it sounds like heavy metal fansSpinnin records backwards of ac/dcI give my nigga's that, jump out the van back firstBack upstairs took off the black shirtIm in the crib with the phone on my earListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clearThe voice on the phone was like "outside right we"So with my mouth wide holdin my heatBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for yaCause jungle said "block ya on enemies up"Hung up the phone then the phone ringIm layin in the bed thinkin bout this pretty young thingWho left she came back, her clothes just fell to the rugShe fell to my bed and gave me a hugI told her "no hell" she talkin bout "me kiss"Bobed her head and spit a nut back in my dickStarted suckin with no hands a whole lot of spitThen got up and put her bra back on her titGot fully dressed and told me "stressed really I'm"Picked up her gucci bag and left a nigga behindWalkin through the door, she rang the bell twiceI vomited, vodka back in my glass with juice and iceThe clock went back from 3 to 2 to 1And thats about the time the story begunThats when I first heard the voice mail on the cellIt said "son we found that nigga we gotta kill"(beep)(message)Aiyo son, yo son you hear me, you hear meListen man, this dude right on the blockRight now man, I found him right nowI see him right now, lets kill him(beep)(answering machine)Yo this nas, leave it peace(beep)
The bullet goes back in the gunThe bullet holes closin' the chest of a nigga now he back to square oneScreamin "shoot don't please"I put my fifth back on my hipIts like a vcr rewindin a hitHe put his hands back on his bitchMy caravan doors open upI jump back in the van and close it shutGo in reverse fully preparedMy nigga jungle utters something crazy like "go he there"Sittin back in this chair, we hittin' the roachThe smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growthJungle unrolls it, puts his weed back in the jarThe blunt turns back into a cigarWe listenin to stevie, it sounds like heavy metal fansSpinnin records backwards of ac/dcI give my nigga's that, jump out the van back firstBack upstairs took off the black shirtIm in the crib with the phone on my earListen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clearThe voice on the phone was like "outside right we"So with my mouth wide holdin my heatBullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for yaCause jungle said "block ya on enemies up"Hung up the phone then the phone ringIm layin in the bed thinkin bout this pretty young thingWho left she came back, her clothes just fell to the rugShe fell to my bed and gave me a hugI told her "no hell" she talkin bout "me kiss"Bobed her head and spit a nut back in my dickStarted suckin with no hands a whole lot of spitThen got up and put her bra back on her titGot fully dressed and told me "stressed really I'm"Picked up her gucci bag and left a nigga behindWalkin through the door, she rang the bell twiceI vomited, vodka back in my glass with juice and iceThe clock went back from 3 to 2 to 1And thats about the time the story begunThats when I first heard the voice mail on the cellIt said "son we found that nigga we gotta kill"(beep)(message)Aiyo son, yo son you hear me, you hear meListen man, this dude right on the blockRight now man, I found him right nowI see him right now, lets kill him(beep)(answering machine)Yo this nas, leave it peace(beep)
