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Video Karaoke Liedje Feelin' Myself - will.i.am

Deze opname is een cover van Feelin' Myself beroemd gemaakt door will.i.am
feat. Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa & French Montana

Inbegrepen indelingen:

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: 96.5 BPM

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: C♯m

Tijdsduur: 04:13 - Preview aan: 02:00

EXPLICIETE TEKSTEN

Release datum: 2013
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Engels
Originele schrijver: Will.i.am, Wiz Khalifa, Jean Baptiste, Mikely Wilhelm Adam, Dj Mustard, French Montana

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

Lyrics Feelin' Myself

I be everywhere everybody know me
Super super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist couple carats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chicks in check
All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib
Dru Hill got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats
I don't give her bread
'Cos we be in the club bottles on deck
And god dammit god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cos I'm gon' get it all and I'm a throw it up like
God dammit god dammit
I'm feelin' myself
In the mirror in the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit you the shit you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit you the shit you the shit
I be everywhere everybody know me
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy like a one line in the drop getting head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing with it?
Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror big daddy Kane like Shakira
One point five custom made car
Me and Will table looking like the bar
I love bad bad that's my that's my problem
And I don't give a that's my that's my problem
And I don't give a that's my whole M.O.
I rock the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the Continental
And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride
I open up the doors suicide
I came from the bottom the sewer side
I made it 'till the top 'cos I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my third iris
I tour the whole world like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly
Up in the club is where you find me
I do it real big never do it tiny if you 'bout that bull please don't remind me
I step in this mother mother just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
Shake shake that like a like an expert
Shake shake that like a like an expert
I be everywhere everybody know me
Super super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist couple carats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chicks in check
All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib
Dru Hill got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats
I don't give her bread
'Cos we be in the club bottles on deck
And god dammit god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cos I'm gon' get it all and I'm a throw it up like
God dammit god dammit
I'm feelin' myself
In the mirror in the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit you the shit you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit you the shit you the shit
Doobie in my hand
Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains
I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some head
Smoke joints 'till our eyes turn Indian red
Take shots 'till our chests burn we got papers
Bottles mollies all this let's get it started
The bigger the bill the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch the bigger the car
The bigger the star the bigger the chain
The farther you go you already know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes nigga
And I done spent a quarter million clothes
Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint
Take a shot and reload
I be everywhere everybody know me
Super super fresh with a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist couple carats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chicks in check
All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib
Dru Hill got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats
I don't give her bread
'Cos we be in the club bottles on deck
And god dammit god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cos I'm gon' get it all and I'm a throw it up like
God dammit god dammit
I'm feelin' myself
In the mirror in the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit you the shit you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit you the shit you the shit

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