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Lirik Lagu+ terjemahannya
Berisikan Lirik-lirik lagu barat dan korea beserta terjemahannya Percuma jika kalian menyukai lagu barat atau dari luar negeri tanpa mengetahui lirik beserta terjemahannya, karena jika kalian tidak mengetahui lirik dan terjemahannya itu ibarat minum Genre: Hip hop dan Trap. Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance Something's wrong, I can feel it Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble, And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances You were just what the doctor ordered I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a living and a killing off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic Kill 'em all with This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yackidy-yac And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow?
My location unknown tryna find a way back home to you again I gotta get back to you gotta gotta get back to you My location unknown tryna find a way back home to you again I gotta get back to you gotta gotta get back to you. I just need to know that you're safe, given that I'm miles away On the first flight back to your side I don't care how long it takes, I know you'll be worth the wait On the first flight back to your side. Travelling places I ain't seen you in ages But I hope you come back to me My mind's running wild with you faraway I still think of you a hundred times a day. I still think of you too if only you knew I just need to work out some way of getting me to you 'Cause I will never find a love like ours out here In a million years, a million years. I don't want to be wasting time without you Don't want to throw away my life I need you Something tells me we'll be alright Something tells me we'll be alright, alright. I don't want to be wasting time without you Don't wanna throw away my life I need you Something tells me we'll be alright But something tells me we'll be alright alright. Tribun Jatim RSS.
If you do attend parties like that, expect her to drink 7-Up and volunteer as the designated driver, and to be completely repulsed if you drink too much. I am a non Mormon. Totally hated it too.