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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Lyrics of LEGENDARY HUSTLERS by Olamide ft. 9ice & Reminisce

Intro:
Legendary...
ID...Cabasa
Thanks for making me believe in myself

Verse 1 (Olamide):
Ah...Seee
Mo ti nje idi Malu
Eran kekere o ka mi mo
Ola mi ti de
Ibi rere lo ka mi mo
Ati kekere ni mo ti jara mi
Won le ja mi mo
Oju o ki nti ina ale
Won le buga mi mo
Igbagbo mi ti robo ju yoko suna lo
Awon tun ni shine mi ti wa o le ju suna lo
Jay-jay Okocha lomo
O gege ju Oruma lo
Won ni mo nbe ju oya
ti won fi shey logo Puma lo
Eni kekere to npe eni gigun ranse
Five star general, as u all ya check
Okanlawon, numero who know
Hustle spirit mi ti robo bi eni fe ja sumo
Am gonna be wonder boy test of all time
And never run off the way
even though am in the tough time
Even when i have no down
I dint't give up
I stood the test of time

Chorus:
I am like the birds in the sky
Wey no get two hands
Na God dey feed me feed me
I am like a story book
For the ghetto kids
Wey wan touch the sky
Read me, Read me
I don make my mistake
But i no run away
So u can feel me feel me
I am a Lengendary Hustler
(Repeat Chorus twice)

Verse 2 (9ice):

I am your Legend in the making
Evergreen songs are within me
Mi o wo sultana mi o de gbe Bibeli
All i know am doing is for a reason
Jesus for the World
Respect for the poor..Oh oh...
I am here to do my best
I am here not to contest
Still here because am blessed
Learn from the past
Allow God to do the rest
Am gangstar I know
Am here LOrd I know
Idi mi le ma gba sokoto
Sugbon to ba je torin
E maa tuwo
E maa tuwo
(Repeat Chorus once)

Verse 3 (Reminisce):
I cry so many nights
Taught so many lies
Been in so many fights
Then i see people taking too many lives
Olorun o, saanu
Still ghetto dreaming
Yeah, I used to be bothers
Makes out of extortions
And my street gets way out of the proportion
Nigba yen mo nsale
Ire kabiti
Olorun e saanu
Awa la ni titi
Rule by the level
I pick up my pen
and i write more shits
till I aint not be a rebel
I don't need to be told
God is supreme
Money in my wallet
Can't get me a classic thing
Then, I guess we all need Jesus
Before our soul gets ceased
And torn into pieces
I am the prophecy
I am the truth
But hope in the mind of the troubled
(Repeat Chorus till fades)

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