Lirik Lagu For The Record - Shyne
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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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[Verse 1]Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his faceHe rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$eListened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cakeMaybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchinSee a whole lot different when my sales eclipedWhat I see is straight bug, straight thoroYea he be a killa, you kill wit bugsRather look at the facts not the hypeLike who got shot and who got knifedWho keep gettin struck, but don't neva strikeHope the beef go away but the feds indictI know yo card nigga, it's so clearYou juss wanna sell record you don't want warfareYou don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hideThese niggaz would've died if they shot me nine timesHeyy it's juss for the bestTake this mob shit seriouse, please respect it
[Hook]And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apartCuz it's a blood comin outta his slumIt's murdah bloody homicide is what they cryWhen they losin' their lifeWhen muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at nightPretty cold witta slug might heat me tightPray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels likeIt's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
[Verse 2]You ain't kill humma 'cause if you didWhy you ain't get the pen after all of that hitYou know I know, that if you liveThat shit that you spit, somebody got somebodySomebody got jumped, somebody got cutYoo pac's a nigga, nobody got shotNobody got flushed, you screamin what whatOkay okay killa you'sa slutThink about it, enoughs enoughsI'm tryna show 'em whoes whoAnd what is whatI mean how can I respect youWhen them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you(not nobody)You know where they are, where they performBust yo gun, stop makin songsPlease no more ghetto quranYou got money now it's time to bombAnd that's juss fo th
[Verse 1]Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his faceHe rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$eListened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cakeMaybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchinSee a whole lot different when my sales eclipedWhat I see is straight bug, straight thoroYea he be a killa, you kill wit bugsRather look at the facts not the hypeLike who got shot and who got knifedWho keep gettin struck, but don't neva strikeHope the beef go away but the feds indictI know yo card nigga, it's so clearYou juss wanna sell record you don't want warfareYou don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hideThese niggaz would've died if they shot me nine timesHeyy it's juss for the bestTake this mob shit seriouse, please respect it
[Hook]And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apartCuz it's a blood comin outta his slumIt's murdah bloody homicide is what they cryWhen they losin' their lifeWhen muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at nightPretty cold witta slug might heat me tightPray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels likeIt's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
[Verse 2]You ain't kill humma 'cause if you didWhy you ain't get the pen after all of that hitYou know I know, that if you liveThat shit that you spit, somebody got somebodySomebody got jumped, somebody got cutYoo pac's a nigga, nobody got shotNobody got flushed, you screamin what whatOkay okay killa you'sa slutThink about it, enoughs enoughsI'm tryna show 'em whoes whoAnd what is whatI mean how can I respect youWhen them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you(not nobody)You know where they are, where they performBust yo gun, stop makin songsPlease no more ghetto quranYou got money now it's time to bombAnd that's juss fo th
