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Try Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Try me, if you feelin’ lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action’s guaranteed.
[krayzie’s on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]

Load up your shit and get in the car [come on, come on, come on.]. come down to ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim they mobsters, ‘cause they cloggin’ u
Game. muthafuckas is rappin’, sayin’ anything, and tryin’ to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. i’m tellin’ ‘em, "that’s the wrong way!" can’t say you thuggin’, then be fake–
, that’s the point i’m tryin’ state in this case. but niggas ain’t feelin’ me, though. so yo, i say we weed em’ out and heat em’ up. heard you woofin’–yeah, we heard em’–let us see them nuts.
Hen if he really jump, more power to you.

But no matter how it go, nigga we still gon’ be bringin’ it thug style to you–buckin’. boo-yah! checkin’ these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it’s static, we gon’ handle it ho
It come, and nigga, whoever it’s from–sure ain’t givin’ a fuck who you roll with. if they human, then they ain’t shit we can’t control. and if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigg
Die. never fear no man. no matter the size–the bigger, the harder they fall. got somethin’ for all of y’all, especially cocky, ‘cause tec’ll chop him up–now he ain’t half the man he thought he
I bet these niggas think, "they rappin’ so they actin’." so we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you, exactly at you.

Try me, if you’re feelin’ lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action’s guaranteed.
[krayzie’s on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]

Walk through my city: i see niggas watchin’–probably plottin’, schemin’ to rob me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. i’m sorry, not me. i stay alarmed and be alert. whether you’re go
O play or work, make sure you got you pistol first–be ready to burst. hesitation could bring up a fucked up situation like you leavin’ in the body bag–zipped up, slip on that body tag. so if y
Ot him–blast. better him than you, huh? i’m tellin’ you now that me and my thugs can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk. so, what’s the bullshit? we got some shit you can’t
With, and nigga that be this muthafuckin’ thug shit. we love this–probably gon’ die because of it. fuck it! i ain’t worried about dyin’ right now, my money what’s important.

Hey, we livin’ to die anyway–no matter if it’s now or later. you gon’ rest in peace; it don’t get no greater. kill ‘em all, and when it’s time to drop the mic and go pick up a rifle, time to fi
Or what we right for, see who really like war, yeah. i bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it. i can’t afford to roll with bustas, ‘cause i’m really tryin’ win it [i’m really tryin’
N it.]. we fightin’ to be victorious [victorious]. witness the story of [story of] this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior [warrior]. if you hear any nigga move–shoot. don’t let the nigga layin’ d
E you. so soldier, pick up you boots and move. runnin’ for cover, ‘cause if they buck ya, it’s over. just like i told ya, you can die soldier, you can die soldier.

Try me, if you’re feelin’ lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action’s guaranteed.
[krayzie’s on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]

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Try Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Tell me why we’re never more than strangers
Tell me why you never let it show

* but when you’re close to me
And whisper, i need you
In the cold mornin’ light

**try me, oh take me for a little while
Before it’s over and you leave me with just a smile
Try me, oh let me be the one
You say it’s over
But for me it had just begun

Tell me why we seem no more than strangers
Tell me why the feelin’ never goes

* repeat
** repeat

[instrumental]

Try Me (Letra)

Jason Derulo

Jason Derulo Part. Jennifer Lopez

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I like the way that your body move all over the floor, na na na
I’d like to find a way to get lost in you, yeah yeah yeah
I wanna talk to ya, baby, say what’s on your mind
But tell me anything that you wanna do, yeah yeah yeah

Ain’t we all just looking for some loving tonight?
Got a crazy feeling
That I fit you just right

Try me in the morning when the sun comes rising up
Try me in the afternoon, bet you just can’t get enough
Try me in the evening, satisfaction guaranteed
Baby, I got what you need, you gotta try me
Try me

Let’s go and find a place
And get to know each other more, na na na
It’s all on your face
I know you like what you see, yeah yeah yeah
I’m the one for you, baby, but you can take your time
Let the music bring your body to me, yeah yeah yeah

Ain’t we all just looking for some loving tonight?
Got a crazy feeling
That I fit you just right

Try me in the morning when the sun comes rising up
Try me in the afternoon, bet you just can’t get enough
Try me in the evening, satisfaction guaranteed
Baby, I got what you need, you gotta try me
Try me

I got what you need, you gotta try me

Bring that body closer
I wanna feel your skin up on mine
Like I already know ya
I’m grabbin’ that ass from behind
As we dutty wine, I got chills down my spine
As we dutty wine, girl, we might be meant to be

Try me in the morning when the sun comes rising up
Try me in the afternoon, bet you just can’t get enough
Try me in the evening, satisfaction guaranteed
Baby, I got what you need, you gotta try me
Try me

I got what you need, you gotta try me

Try Me (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Krayzie bone:thug mentality 1999

Try me, if you feelin’ lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action’s guaranteed.
[krayzie’s on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]

Load up your shit and get in the car [come on, come on, come on.]. come down to
Ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim
They mobsters, ‘cause they cloggin’ up the game. muthafuckas is rappin’, sayin’
Anything, and tryin’ to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. i’m tellin’
‘em, "that’s the wrong way!" can’t say you thuggin’, then be fake–nigga, that’s
The point i’m tryin’ state in this case. but niggas ain’t feelin’ me, though. so
Yo, i say we weed em’ out and heat em’ up. heard you woofin’–yeah, we heard
Em’–let us see them nuts. and then if he really jump, more power to you. but no
Matter how it go, nigga we still gon’ be bringin’ it thug style to you–buckin’.
Boo-yah! checkin’ these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it’s
Static, we gon’ handle it however it come, and nigga, whoever it’s from–sure
Ain’t givin’ a fuck who you roll with. if they human, then they ain’t shit we
Can’t control. and if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigga ya die.
Never fear no man. no matter the size–the bigger, the harder they fall. got
Somethin’ for all of y’all, especially cocky, ‘cause tec’ll chop him up–now he
Ain’t half the man he thought he was. i bet these niggas think, "they rappin’ so
They actin’." so we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you,
Exactly at you.

Try me, if you’re feelin’ lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action’s guaranteed.
[krayzie’s on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]

Walk through my city: i see niggas watchin’–probably plottin’, schemin’ to rob
Me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. i’m sorry, not me. i stay
Alarmed and be alert. whether you’re goin’ to play or work, make sure you got
You pistol first–be ready to burst. hesitation could bring up a fucked up
Situation like you leavin’ in the body bag–zipped up, slip on that body tag. so
If you spot him–blast. better him than you, huh? i’m tellin’ you now that me
And my thugs can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk. so,
What’s the bullshit? we got some shit you can’t fuck with, and nigga that be
This muthafuckin’ thug shit. we love this–probably gon’ die because of it. fuck
It! i ain’t worried about dyin’ right now, my money what’s important. hey, we
Livin’ to die anyway–no matter if it’s now or later. you gon’ rest in peace; it
Don’t get no greater. kill ‘em all, and when it’s time to drop the mic and go
Pick up a rifle, time to fight for what we right for, see who really like war,
Yeah. i bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it. i can’t afford to
Roll with bustas, ‘cause i’m really tryin’ win it [i’m really tryin’ to win
It.]. we fightin’ to be victorious [victorious]. witness the story of [story of]
This silent, mighty, mighty, warrior [warrior]. if you hear any nigga
Move–shoot. don’t let the nigga layin’ dead be you. so soldier, pick up you
Boots and move. runnin’ for cover, ‘cause if they buck ya, it’s over. just like
I told ya, you can die soldier, you can die soldier.

Try me, if you’re feelin’ lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action’s guaranteed.
[krayzie’s on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]