Lirik Lagu Let My Niggas Live - Wu-Tang Clan
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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.
[Intro Skit]Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,mindin my own business.. and BAM!!I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEARthat it was a mistake.I accept that as a part of my destiny!
{*Si a mi latino moria a la calle con un perro! Hahaha*}
[Raekwon the Chef]Whattup kid? That's right..Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..
[Chorus: Raekwon]Aiyyo let my niggas liveWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yoLet my niggas liveWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major movesLet my niggas liveWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rulesLet my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas liveHandle your bid and kill no kids
[Raekwon the Chef]Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all niggas is weakGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speakKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third weekYo mark my word, me and my herb speakThat's that fire move like Schwinns yoInvisible pens that write light, leave blendsHit with the JF Kennedy shotSmash with the Acapulco rifle got gotBolt off, but got clockedLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word upDesign your alphabet, reps get gradedWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's lengthHome of Allah's ten big roomsSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous movesExotic Gods bust my hammer at fraudsCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'allGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head
[Chorus]
[Nas]I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try meI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus GarveyRastafari irie, Ha-ile SelassiePolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised usIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for oursI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant handsSnots in they nostril, the blocks
{*Si a mi latino moria a la calle con un perro! Hahaha*}
[Raekwon the Chef]Whattup kid? That's right..Yo.. aiyyo.. aiyyo..
[Chorus: Raekwon]Aiyyo let my niggas liveWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yoLet my niggas liveWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major movesLet my niggas liveWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rulesLet my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas liveHandle your bid and kill no kids
[Raekwon the Chef]Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, y'all niggas is weakGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speakKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third weekYo mark my word, me and my herb speakThat's that fire move like Schwinns yoInvisible pens that write light, leave blendsHit with the JF Kennedy shotSmash with the Acapulco rifle got gotBolt off, but got clockedLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word upDesign your alphabet, reps get gradedWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's lengthHome of Allah's ten big roomsSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous movesExotic Gods bust my hammer at fraudsCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'allGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head
[Chorus]
[Nas]I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?"Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try meI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus GarveyRastafari irie, Ha-ile SelassiePolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised usIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for oursI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant handsSnots in they nostril, the blocks
