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  • DUCKWORTH.

    It was always me versus the world
    Until I found it's me versus me
    Why, why, why, why?
    Why, why, why, why?
    Just remember what happens on earth stays on earth!
    We gon' put it in reverse

    Darling I told you many times, and I am telling you once again
    Just to remind you sweetheart that my

    Oh Lamar, hail Mary a marijuana, times is hard
    Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
    Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
    God is one funny mothafucka
    The true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
    I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
    Introverted by my thoughts
    Children listen, it gets deep
    See once upon a time inside the niggas in garden projects the object was to process and digest poverty's dialect
    Adaptation inevitable, gun violence, crack spot
    Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals
    Anthony was the oldest of seven, well respected, calm and collected
    Laughin' and joking made life easier
    Hard times, momma on crack, and forty oh telling his nanny he needed her
    His family history pimpin' and bangin', he was meant to be dangerous
    Clocked him a grip and start slangin', fifteen scrapin' up his jeans with quarter pieces
    He even got some head from a smoker last weekend
    Dodged a policeman workin' for his big homie
    Small time hustler, graduated to a brick on him
    Ten thousand dollars out of a project housing
    That's on the daily, saw his first mil twenty years old
    Had a couple of babies
    Had a couple of shooters, caught a murder case
    Fingerprints on the gun
    They assumin', but witnesses couldn't prove it
    That was back when they turned his back and they killed his cousin
    He beat the case and went back to hustlin'
    Bird shufflin', Anthony rang
    The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
    That 50 thing
    They say 5-0 came circlin' parkin' lots and parking spots
    And hoppin' out while the rats in the corner blocks
    Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it
    He brushed them off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken
    See at this chicken spot there was this light-skinned nigga that talked a lot
    With a curly top and a gap in his teeth
    He worked the window, his name was Ducky
    He came from the streets the Robert Taylor Homes
    Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome
    Drove to California with a woman on and 500 dollars
    They had a son hoping that he'd see college
    Hustlin' on the side with a nine to five to freak it
    Cadillac Seville, he'd ride his son around on weekends
    Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
    'Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it
    Stuck up the place before back in '84, that's when affiliation was really eight gears of war
    So many relatives telling us, selling us devilish works
    Killing us crime, intelligent, felonious, prevalent proposition with nines
    Ducky was well aware, they robbed the manager and shot a customer last year
    He figured he'd get on these niggas good sides, free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
    Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide
    They didn't kill him, in fact it look like they're the last to survive
    Pay attention, that one decision changed both of they lives
    One curse at a time, reverse the manifest and good karma and I'll tell you why
    You take two strangers and put 'em in random predicaments
    Give 'em a soul so they can make their own choices and live with it
    Twenty years later them strangers might make a meet again
    And start recording studios where they reaping the benefits
    Then they start reminding 'bout that chicken incident
    Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence
    Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin' life
    While I grew up without a father and die in a gun fight

    So I was taking a walk the other day
  • FEAR.

    I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth
    Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
    Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
    Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
    Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
    Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
    Earth is no more, why don't you burn this mufucka?

    I beat yo' ass, keep talkin' back
    I beat yo' ass, who bought you that?
    You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken
    I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch
    I beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes
    Runnin' from poopoo and 'prentice
    Go back outside, I beat yo' ass lil nigga
    That homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass
    Yo' teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class
    That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
    That TV better not be loud if you got it on
    Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em
    Better not hear 'bout you humpin' on Kiesha's daughter
    Better not hear you got caught up, I beat yo' ass
    You better not run to your father, I beat yo' ass
    You know my patience runnin' thin
    I got buku payments to make
    County building's on my ass
    Tryna take my food stamps away
    I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here
    I beat yo' ass if I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
    Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
    Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else

    If I can smoke fear away, I roll that motherfucker up
    And then I take two puffs
    I'm high now, I'm high now
    I'm high now, I'm high now
    Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now

    Think I can prolly find a way to make it on this earth
    I'll prolly die anonymous
    I'll prolly die with promises
    I'll prolly die walkin' back home from the candy house
    I'll prolly die 'cause these colors are standin' out
    I'll prolly die because I ain't know Demarcus was snitchin'
    I'll prolly die at these house parties, fuckin' with bitches
    I'll prolly die from witnesses leavin' me false accused
    I'll prolly die from thinkin' that me and your hood was cool
    Or maybe die from pressin' the line, actin' too extra
    Or maybe die because these smokers are more than desperate
    I'll prolly die from one of these bats and blue badges
    Body slammed on black and white paint, my bones snappin'
    Or maybe die from panic or die from bein' too lax
    Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast
    I'll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments
    I'll prolly die tryna diffuse two homies arguin'
    I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're seventeen
    All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things

    If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucka up
    And then I'd take two puffs
    I've been hungry all my life
    I'm high now, I'm high now
    I'm high now, I'm high now
    Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now, now

    When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear
    Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years
    My newfound life made all of me magnified
    How many accolades do I need to block denial?
    The shock value of my success put bolts in me
    All this money, is God playin' a joke on me?
    Is it for the moment and will he see me and show up?
    Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before?
    At 27, my biggest fear was losin' it all
    Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall
    Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin'
    30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus
    What is it advisin' somebody that's holdin' my checks?
    Just to fuck me over and put my finances in debt?
    I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered
    How did the bad girl feel when she looked at them numbers?
    The type of shit'll make me flip out and just kill somethin', drill somethin'
    Get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin'
    I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck
    At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged
    How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city
    What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me
    What they see from me would trickle down generations in time
    What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines

    I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity
    I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me
    I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride
    'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God
    I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone
    I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more
    I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness
    Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive
    Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
    And I can't take these feelings with me so hopefully they disperse
    Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
    Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back
    Fear, what happens on earth stays on earth
    And I can't take these feelings with me so hopefully they disperse
    Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
    Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap
  • GOD.

    This what God feel like, yeah
    Laughing to the bank like aha, yeah
    Flex on swole like aha, yeah
    You feel some type of way then, aha, yeah

    Every since a young man
    All I want to be was a gunman
    Shooting up the charts, better, run man
    Ya'll gotta see that I won man
    Slick as El DeBarge with the finger ways, work at JT
    Handle balls like a fade, watch me work at JT
    I'm at large, running plays like a circuit, JT
    I'm selling verses, Jay Z, watch me work at JT
    Look, look, hold up
    Don't judge me, my mama caught me with a strap
    Don't judge me, I was young fucking all the rats
    Don't judge me, aiming at your head for a stack
    Don't judge me
    Don't judge me, now my home got a Valley peak
    Don't judge me, if I press your line, you a freak
    Don't judge me, won't you tell a friend ya'll gon' see

    This what God feel like, yeah
    Laughing to the bank like aha, yeah
    Flex on swole like aha, yeah
    You feel some type of way then, aha, yeah

    Fuck is you talking to?
    Aye, do you know who you talking to?
    Slide on you like fallen drapes
    God toss full of carnivals
    I kill 'em with kindness
    Or I kill 'em with diamonds
    Or I put up like fifteen hundred
    Get your ass killed by the finest
    Everything life is a gamble
    Nothing in life I can't handle
    Seen it all, done it all, felt pain more
    For the cars, I done put blood on sword
    Everything I do is to embrace y'all
    Everything I write is a damn eight ball
    Everything I touch is a damn gold mine
    Everything I say is from an angel

    I don't rush shit, fuck shit, always your shit, my shit
    Cannonballs to ignite shit
    Morning to the night shift, I'm on
    I ain't sorry for it, ask for a piece of mine, you charged me for it
    I wanna see sometimes if you ignore it
    I'm in the streets sometimes and can't afford it
    I got a bad habit, levitate, ducking haters
    Oh my, my heart is rich, my heart is famous

    This what God feel like, yeah (this what God feel like)
    Laughing to the bank like aha (this what God feel like)
    Yeah (this what God feel like)
    Flex on swole like aha (this what God feel like)
    Yeah (this what God feel like)
    You feel some type of way then, aha (this what God feel like)
    This what God feel like
    Yeah (This what God feel like)
    This what God feel like
  • XXX. feat. U2

    America, God bless you if it's good to you
    America please take my hand
    Can you help me underst


    Throw a steak off the yacht to a pool full of sharks he'll take it
    Leave him in the wilderness with a sworn nemesis, he'll make it
    Take the gratitude from him, I bet he'll show you something woah
    I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
    I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
    I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
    I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap
    Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated
    Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more
    Johnny said books ain't cool no more (no more)
    Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
    Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin
    God bless America you know we all love him
    Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
    Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
    He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
    Talkin' out his head philosphin' on what the lord had done
    He said, "K-Dot can you pray for me? It's been a fucked up day for me
    I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome"
    He was lookin' for some closure hopin' I could bring him closer
    To the spiritual, my spirit do no better but I told him
    "I can't sugar coat the answer for you, this is how I feel
    If somebody kill my son, that mean that somebody's gettin' killed"
    Tell me what you do for love, loyalty and passion of
    All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
    I wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
    I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got
    I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap
    Walk myself to the court like, "bitch I did that"
    Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
    I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
    It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
    Ghetto bird on the street, paramedics on the dial
    Let somebody touch my momma, touch my sister, touch my woman
    Touch my daddy, touch my niece, touch my nephew, touch my brother
    You should chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap
    Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention, call you back


    It's not a place
    This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
    You close your eyes to look around


    Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
    The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives
    Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
    Barricaded blocks and borders
    Look what you taught us
    It's murder on my street
    Y'all street, back streets
    Wall street, corporate offices, banks
    Employees and bosses with homicidal thoughts
    Donald Trump's in office, we lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
    But is America honest or do we bask in sin?
    Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
    Then bash him in, you crippin' or you married to blood?
    I'll ask again, oops, accident
    It's nasty when you set us up then roll the dice then bet us up
    You overnight the big rifles then tell Fox to be scared of us
    Gang members or terrorists et cetera et cetera
    Americas reflections of me
    That's what a mirror does


    It's not a place
    This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
    You close your eyes to look around
  • LOVE. feat. Zacari

    We still letting it spin y'all
    Here we go

    Give me a run for my money
    There is nobody, no one outrun me
    So give me a run for my money
    Sipping bubbly, feeling lovely, Heaven lovely
    Just love me
    I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
    I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
    I wanna be with you

    If didn't ride blade on curve, would you still (love me)
    If I made up my mind at work would you still (love me)
    Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to (love me)
    Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you I got nothing

    I got something (I got something)
    Hol' up, we gon' function, no assumptions
    Feeling like Tyson wit' it, nigga out twice, I'm with it
    Only for the night, I'm Kenny
    Homie for life, you're a homie for life, you're a homie for life
    Let's get it
    Hit that shoulder length, I know it comin' over me
    Backstroke over sea, I know what you need
    Already on ten, our money come in
    I'm finna go out, this feeling don't drought
    This party won't end

    If I didn't ride blade on curve, would you still (love me)
    If I made up my mind at work would you still (love me)
    Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to (love me)
    Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you I got nothing

    Give me a run for my money
    There is nobody, no one outrun me
    So give me a run for my money
    Sipping bubbly, feeling lovely, Heaven lovely
    Just love me
    I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
    I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
    I wanna be with you

    I'm on the way
    We ain't got no time to waste
    Popping your gum on the way
    Am I in the way?
    I don't want to pressure you none
    I want your blessing today
    Oh by the way, open the door by the way
    Told you that I'm on the way
    I'm on the way, I know connection is vague
    Pick up the phone, call me babe
    Dammit, we jammin'
    Bad attitude for your nanny
    Curvin' your hit from yo' mammy
    Remember Gardena, I took the studio camera
    I know Top will be mad at me
    I had to do it, I want your body, your music
    I bought the big one to prove it
    Look what you made
    Told you that I'm on the way
    I'm like an exit away

    If didn't ride blade on curve, would you still (love me)
    If I made up my mind at work would you still (love me)
    Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to (love me)
    Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you I got nothing

    Give me a run for my money
    There is nobody, no one outrun me
    So give me a run for my money
    Sipping bubbly, feeling lovely, Heaven lovely
    Just love me
    I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
    I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
    I wanna be with you
 
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