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Video Karaoke Liedje Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) - Jay-Z

Deze opname is een cover van Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) beroemd gemaakt door Jay-Z

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CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
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Het bestandsformaat CDG (ook wel genoemd CD+G or MP3+G) is geschikt voor de meeste karaokemachines. Het bevat een MP3-bestand plus de gesynchroniseerde tekst (Karaoke Versie verkoopt geen cd's, maar uitsluitend de digitale bestanden).

Het is mogelijk om zomaar MP4 bestanden op MAC OS X en Windows7 bij default af te spelen.
Als u Windows XP of Vista gebruikt, moet u gebruik maken van Windows Media Player 12.

Dit bestandsformaat is geschikt voor KaraFun Windows Player, gratis karaokesoftware. Daarmee kune je de achtergrondzang of de hoofdzang aan of uit zetten of de toonhoogte of het tempo bepalen.

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Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Tempo: 77.19 BPM

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: C

Tijdsduur: 04:00 - Preview aan: 02:28

Release datum: 1998
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Engels
Tekstschrijver: Martin Charnin
Componist: Charles Strouse
Originele schrijver: Mark James, Jay-Z

Alle beschikbare bestanden voor download zijn backing tracks, het is niet de originele muziek.

Lyrics Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)

Check the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga, bump though uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh, uh-huh
From standin on the corners boppin
To drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot with the smoke Glock
Fleein the murder scene you know me well
From the nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail fuck naw
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it fifty-fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby
You know it's hell when I come through the life and times of
Shawn Carter nigga volume two
Y'all niggaz get ready
I flow for those 'dro'ed out all my niggaz
Locked down in the ten by fo' controllin the house
Live in a hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay 'tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
All my ballers that's born to clock
Now mom I'm a be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot sleepin on futons and cots
To King Size, dream machines the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type braile
I'm tight grill with the phony
Rappers y'all might feel we homies
I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin'
I'm tryin' to murder everything movin' you feel me
I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling's still inside of me and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it 'til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out x'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh

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