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Dirty Harry (Letra)

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Ay, bitch
We ain’t got much
We ain’t living lavish

Dirty beamer our fronts
Shall we had a party, didn’t run it by moms
DJ acting shy, tell him turn that shit up
The kids next door, they couldn’t sleep cause it thumps
So the police shut it down but at least we had fun
Joey’s with Rebecca getting flirty on punch
DJ acting shy, tell him turn that shit up

Ain’t life so fancy, ain’t life so fun?
Fine if you ask me, yeah t’s all love
Plenty opinions, but I keep it hush
I don’t say nothing, cause nothing’s enough

Don’t speak your mind, be a good girl, baby
Momma told me tie my hair back all the way
Bubbly lives, better sit real pretty
Momma told me tie my hair back all the way
I’d rather be reckless, too young and dumb
I’m old Dirty Harry, but I Dont
Don’t speak your mind, be a good girl, baby
Momma told me tie my hair back all the way

Madness, we just have fun
He just rock a tee that got The Beatles on the front
Told me let it be and put some diesel in my trunk
Now I’m riding through the city, baby, turn that shit up

I get my best shot and lately I ain’t miss once
He don’t say he love me, he just try to act dumb
If you make your bed, then you gotta sleep once

Don’t speak your mind, be a good girl, baby
Momma told me tie my hair back all the way
Bubbly lives, better sit real pretty
Momma told me tie my hair back all the way
I’d rather be reckless, too young and dumb
I’m old Dirty Harry, but I Dont
Don’t speak your mind, be a good girl, baby
Momma told me tie my hair back all the way

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Dirty Harry (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain’t got a chance
They ain’t got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain’t got a chance
They ain’t got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

In my backpack
I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And your resolve weaken
With anger and discontent
Some are seeking and searching like Nimoy

I’m a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
Impulsive don’t ask why or wonder
Orders given to me is:
Strike and I’m thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
From the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure

Seems like everybody’s out to test you
‘Til they see your brake
They can’t conceal the hate
That consumes you
I’m the reason why you fill up your Isuzu

Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days visit
And I’m filled with guilt
From things that I’ve seen
Your water’s from a bottle
mine’s from a canteen

At night I hear the shots
Ring so I’m a light sleeper
The cost of life,
It seems to get cheaper
Out in the desert
With my street sweeper
The war is over
So said the speaker with the flight suit on
Maybe to him I’m just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance

(Dance!)
(Dance!)
(Dance!)