Lirik Lagu Cobra Clutch - Wu-Tang Clan
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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.
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- 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
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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Yo, yeah bitchAiyyo, motherfuckerAiyyo, swallow it
Aiyyo we ?dash log? this bloody version of 'Glaciers'Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht)Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wallTrooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the lawTake off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice BooIt's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimalLook at my temple logo look familiar? It's power (Where is he?)Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie BauerGucci sneaker rockin just another form of 'Chessboxin'No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm droppinKangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-outClub bandit never empty-handed when I brand itMark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in BostonBoth of them dead, cop in the loft andbig chain swingin nigga, Matchbox car drivinStreet whylin, Role' with the four-finger glidinWatch him, scorchin with spells and top toxinAmoxins til the stock skyrocket, Bobby MocassinSwitched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trustGhost'll keep shinin til the sun bustyo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose outSixty center get the Rover outFeatherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicksWhen thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?'Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin atAllah's best, puttin on the hits is no contestNOW, who the hypest in New York City?WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!
"I got fifty men out in the streetNow if they all get bitch troubles I starveIs that it? Is that what you're tryin to tell me?"--> Superfly
Aiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plateHold it down honey-shallah rock the half man GumbyTwisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell dramaone oh five point six llamaCosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro BeanfieldWatch me inhale half of you, new attributesTeletronics, DBX, one sixty XCompression with the A and sharp pressExtract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla sucklewith jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin averageOne taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapesfrom the fermenting hell halls of tragicSpeaking to the First of April's, deep in the rap gameErasial, Excedrin head bredderns catch facialsSide orders, one telephone for take outStomp your man half to death rob him then we break itGet off on the ?Clove? Exit, knees dirty, chick nowwith low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of meCause it's law, order today, we pay duesNew Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tubeDeck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hallHey y'all Peppermint Pattie's, slum my Peter PaulWrangler, straight laid the track when it's sagwith one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang upTicklish, Crunchberry niggaz at the flicks pissed offStandin in the rain and can't find they whipsSuckers! Motherfucker! Yo
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they fla
Aiyyo we ?dash log? this bloody version of 'Glaciers'Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht)Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wallTrooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the lawTake off the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice BooIt's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimalLook at my temple logo look familiar? It's power (Where is he?)Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie BauerGucci sneaker rockin just another form of 'Chessboxin'No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm droppinKangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-outClub bandit never empty-handed when I brand itMark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in BostonBoth of them dead, cop in the loft andbig chain swingin nigga, Matchbox car drivinStreet whylin, Role' with the four-finger glidinWatch him, scorchin with spells and top toxinAmoxins til the stock skyrocket, Bobby MocassinSwitched from Pert Plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trustGhost'll keep shinin til the sun bustyo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose outSixty center get the Rover outFeatherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicksWhen thy said, "Let the kids die for your bread nigga!"
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?'Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin atAllah's best, puttin on the hits is no contestNOW, who the hypest in New York City?WU-TANG! Radio stop shittin on me!
"I got fifty men out in the streetNow if they all get bitch troubles I starveIs that it? Is that what you're tryin to tell me?"--> Superfly
Aiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plateHold it down honey-shallah rock the half man GumbyTwisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell dramaone oh five point six llamaCosmetic classical, slum is shield, Milagro BeanfieldWatch me inhale half of you, new attributesTeletronics, DBX, one sixty XCompression with the A and sharp pressExtract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla sucklewith jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin averageOne taste the bowl and blow up magic, Houdini escapesfrom the fermenting hell halls of tragicSpeaking to the First of April's, deep in the rap gameErasial, Excedrin head bredderns catch facialsSide orders, one telephone for take outStomp your man half to death rob him then we break itGet off on the ?Clove? Exit, knees dirty, chick nowwith low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of meCause it's law, order today, we pay duesNew Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tubeDeck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hallHey y'all Peppermint Pattie's, slum my Peter PaulWrangler, straight laid the track when it's sagwith one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang upTicklish, Crunchberry niggaz at the flicks pissed offStandin in the rain and can't find they whipsSuckers! Motherfucker! Yo
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out'Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they fla
