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Video Karaoke Liedje A Milli - Lil Wayne

Deze opname is een cover van A Milli beroemd gemaakt door Lil Wayne

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CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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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.

Je aankoop maakt het mogelijk de video in alle formaten te downloaden zo vaak je wilt.

Over

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

Heeft hetzelfde tempo als het originele: 76 BPM

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: Cm

Tijdsduur: 03:44 - Preview aan: 01:10

EXPLICIETE TEKSTEN

Release datum: 2008
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Engels
Originele schrijver: Shondrae Crawford, Dwayne Carter, Q Tip, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Charles Anthony Hester Jr

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

Lyrics A Milli

Young Money
You dig?
Yeah
Mack I'm going in
A millionaire
I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair
I'm a venereal disease
Like a menstrual bleed
Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind
'Cos I don't write shit
'Cos I ain't got time
'Cos my seconds, minutes hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter father, mother-fuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers
Ha ha ha ha
You can't catch him
You can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em
Then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em
Then you mop 'em
You can't stand 'em
Then you drop 'em
You pop 'em 'cos we pop 'em like
Orville Redenbacher
Wooh
Motherfucker I'm ill
Yeah
A million here
A million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her derriere
Like smoking the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me like
Look at that bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog
He's a mothafuckin' problem
Okay you're a goon
But what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothin', nothin'
You ain't scarin' nothin'
On some faggot bullshit
Call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want bitch
Call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private
Damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
Ha
Yeah nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass
You ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill
Not sick
And I'm okay
But my watch sick
Yeah my drop sick
Yeah my Glock sick
And my knot thick
I'm it
Motherfucker I'm ill
Yeah
See
They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G.
Jay and 2Pac, André 3000
Where is Erykah Badu at?
Who that?
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that true that
Swallow
And I be the shit
Now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
Ha ha ha
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Ha
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mister Carter or
Mister Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say
Life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe
Look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me
Don't you compare me 'cos there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illy
C3
3 Peat
Ah ah ah ah

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