Lirik Lagu Guns Blazing (Drums Of Death Part 1) - Unkle
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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.
Styles like Al PacinoReno until the carcelinoThe mad dino with the cambino, the gambinoDigger than Jim COlisemoMore reservoir dogs than TarantinoScales for Venezuela, Brown as Ni OMaking the block hotter than Jalepe OSG. LucianoBe wettin' shit like piesce in "Casino"Fifty dollar cigar seerThe cosnia, the mafiaDon P. like GarciaDrug Czar and the baby-Pah beaterThe M-8 behind the bar-freerThe poughkenoughs, the panama skierDown with the parmesanReady to comb like Vietnam with arms'Cause the hollow-points and phenomenonThe cheddar-spreaderThe killer with the gold CarrettaN-LeaderThe sweater-letter with the hollow letterDrama-setterThe patmeretta gettin' redder kids and mammaShredderInfra-red clow off the armour betterThe godfather, the problem solverComing through with the 6 shell revolverHot as lavaGuns skills that reel and in the 'ville I be the barberGangster saga, the motha-fuckin' face carver
Drums of death hold your breathGive you a dose of shit that's dope as sodaThe underworld family cosa-nostraPearl-handle inside the shoulder-holsterG. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S & ChicanosYou get hit up like Castrelanoitaliano like crime familiaN- don't get familiarMe and my goons might have to kill youUp in New YorkWe play bloodsports at home courtAnd hold down fortsSoon as ya caught, get your dome torchedG Rap and Dj Shadow leave your bone squashedSqueeze the chrome short, take no shortsWe judge and jury in the home courtGive you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalkSurrounded by mad pedeforsYour whole frame laid in the white chalkYou got the smoking sectionFirst-class tickets to resurrectionForever destined to a place where N-S never rest inHeaded in hell's directionLost at the crossroads and intersectionShould've wore a vest for chest protectionSlug fill you to capacity, someone at the danceSomeone with the hand velocity of Butch CassidyBitch N- with the audacity to blaspheme meGot yourself caught in a motha-fuckin' tragedy
Drums of death
Drums of death hold your breathGive you a dose of shit that's dope as sodaThe underworld family cosa-nostraPearl-handle inside the shoulder-holsterG. Luciano with a click but nothin' but N-S & ChicanosYou get hit up like Castrelanoitaliano like crime familiaN- don't get familiarMe and my goons might have to kill youUp in New YorkWe play bloodsports at home courtAnd hold down fortsSoon as ya caught, get your dome torchedG Rap and Dj Shadow leave your bone squashedSqueeze the chrome short, take no shortsWe judge and jury in the home courtGive you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalkSurrounded by mad pedeforsYour whole frame laid in the white chalkYou got the smoking sectionFirst-class tickets to resurrectionForever destined to a place where N-S never rest inHeaded in hell's directionLost at the crossroads and intersectionShould've wore a vest for chest protectionSlug fill you to capacity, someone at the danceSomeone with the hand velocity of Butch CassidyBitch N- with the audacity to blaspheme meGot yourself caught in a motha-fuckin' tragedy
Drums of death
