Lirik Lagu El Jugador - South Park Mexican
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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.
-Que onda Frost, how you been homeboy?...-Hey wuz up dawg...-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldado Low-G...-Hey, Low-G, where you from Homes?...
[Low-G]Mi querida... Centro AmericaAqui en Houston ganando mi feriaEn la esquina la vida es finaLe pido a Dios que me cuide a mi ninaMira, mi jale es la calleVendiendo libras que vienen del valleSi mi madre me entendieraMi familia va primeraMi bandera era mi guerraEs whateva bustin no cualquieraQuiero que sepas que yo soy la muerteSi te escapas sera pura suerte...
[Chorus:]kapeesh understand the touchLet a G show you how to turn a man to dustL.A. to Nueva York que es puro amorFor all who got love for El JugadorHouston to Nueva yorkThree bandidos on tha microphoneStike with cromeTrue crime family, enemies payNever die happily...
[Kid Frost]Assault riffles, professional snipersGot my rival, shittin in they dieYou don't like us cool, but don't show itWho wanna fuck with this killers slash poetI blow with duss, like nitro-glisetYou bitches, love talkin' off a pot you piss inChill homes, cause you ain't that hardFaud, frossin' in your own backyardI'm world wide in the two tone blow rideYou grow high, they might seen itBaby that's my life hater, heart breakerLife taker smile now, cry later...
-Dope House Records-Man What's up "LOS"-up with my bitch Snow White-She's going for 13-5-Cool, let's start with 50 then...
[Chorus]
[SPM]I'm in the sport, where we importWhat you snortLeavin court, goin straight to the airportI don't chase paper, paper chase meFedz mad,kinda sad, how I brake freeTake he, to the rough neck takticsI got you putos screamin worse than an actressIn a horror flick, he'll be fallin brickIn this biz you better be rollin thickHoldin shit down son ain't no seein' usMy nina Buss, another human bein crushedStreet genious, so, so seriousYour fairness, deadly experience...
[Chorus]
Kapeesh understand the touch......
[Low-G]Mi querida... Centro AmericaAqui en Houston ganando mi feriaEn la esquina la vida es finaLe pido a Dios que me cuide a mi ninaMira, mi jale es la calleVendiendo libras que vienen del valleSi mi madre me entendieraMi familia va primeraMi bandera era mi guerraEs whateva bustin no cualquieraQuiero que sepas que yo soy la muerteSi te escapas sera pura suerte...
[Chorus:]kapeesh understand the touchLet a G show you how to turn a man to dustL.A. to Nueva York que es puro amorFor all who got love for El JugadorHouston to Nueva yorkThree bandidos on tha microphoneStike with cromeTrue crime family, enemies payNever die happily...
[Kid Frost]Assault riffles, professional snipersGot my rival, shittin in they dieYou don't like us cool, but don't show itWho wanna fuck with this killers slash poetI blow with duss, like nitro-glisetYou bitches, love talkin' off a pot you piss inChill homes, cause you ain't that hardFaud, frossin' in your own backyardI'm world wide in the two tone blow rideYou grow high, they might seen itBaby that's my life hater, heart breakerLife taker smile now, cry later...
-Dope House Records-Man What's up "LOS"-up with my bitch Snow White-She's going for 13-5-Cool, let's start with 50 then...
[Chorus]
[SPM]I'm in the sport, where we importWhat you snortLeavin court, goin straight to the airportI don't chase paper, paper chase meFedz mad,kinda sad, how I brake freeTake he, to the rough neck takticsI got you putos screamin worse than an actressIn a horror flick, he'll be fallin brickIn this biz you better be rollin thickHoldin shit down son ain't no seein' usMy nina Buss, another human bein crushedStreet genious, so, so seriousYour fairness, deadly experience...
[Chorus]
Kapeesh understand the touch......