16 - Larry Übersetzung ins Englische

16

Kewan lægger beatet normal

Den der Rolls-Royce, baby, ligner lidt en Х5
Så mange numre, jeg ku' skrive dem ind på Excel
Min gode bror har siddet ti år i fængsel
Plejed' at stå på hjørnet hele natten for en pengeseddel
Hvorfor ta' 16, når jeg ka' læg' 16?
Læner mig tilbage og tæller skejsen
Jeg' tilbage ind i studiet, finder gejsten
Tasken, den er pakket - der' ingen slanger med på rejsen

Euros i farver, som Smarties (Smarties)
Kokain, hvid skive på min Carties (Carties)
Tre centraler i en Yaris (Yaris)
De der kunder, bror, de tømmer deres sparegris
Smage lidt på paradis (brr)

Life is too short
Når jeg lægger øret til dem, hører jeg stick talk
Så jeg lukker af, og mærker lidt på hendes krop
Putter coke i potten og jeg ser dem moonwalk (brr)

Cali packs, kvali' bags
Mere end to hænder til at tæl' de stacks
Lav profil, brormand - fuck, at flash
S63, entréen hel' frisk (hah-hah-hah)
På vagt både dag og nat (hah-hah-hah)

Hælervarer, tæller bare
Hun ved lige præcis', hvor hun tænder mig
De ku' lav' en podcast, men jeg' helt murtah
Folk er two-face, har ikk' ændret sig (hah-hah-hah)
Men hva' ku' jeg forvent' af dig? (Hah-hah-hah)

Brormand, de der para som vi laver, er bare en bonus (bonus)
Hendes ex, han er ludo, er på ROFUS (ROFUS)
Se hendes røv, den er rund som en globus
Hende og hendes veninder, de vil med ind i min turbus
Holder samm' vagtplan, som der går i turnus
Som jobcenter, jeg ku' send' dig på et kursus
Holder appetitten hen', prøver hold' fokus
Det' vejen til de milli, der' ingen hjælp, ligesom SOSU

Euros i farver, som Smarties (Smarties)
Kokain, hvid skive på min Carties (Carties)
Tre centraler i en Yaris (Yaris)
De der kunder, bror, de tømmer deres sparegris
Smage lidt på paradis (brr)

Life is too short
Dom P i hånden, mens jeg laver crip walk
Har ikk' lyst til at snak', baby, let ya hips talk
Jeg har alt for mange øjn' på mig, jeg må outsource (brr)

Cali packs, kvali' bags
Mere end to hænder til at tæl' de stacks
Lav profil, brormand - fuck, at flash
S63, entréen hel' frisk (hah-hah-hah)
På vagt både dag og nat (hah-hah-hah)

Hælervarer, tæller bare
Hun ved lige præcis', hvor hun tænder mig
De ku' lav' en podcast, men jeg' helt murtah
Folk er two-face, har ikk' ændret sig (hah-hah-hah)
Men hva' ku' jeg forvent' af dig? (Hah-hah-hah)

16

Kewan lays down the beat normally

That Rolls-Royce, baby, looks a bit like an X5
So many numbers, I could write them into Excel
My good brother has been in prison for ten years
Used to stand on the corner all night for a bill
Why take 16, when I can lay down 16?
Leaning back and counting the cash
I'm back in the studio, finding the spirit
The bag is packed - there are no snakes on this trip

Euros in colors, like Smarties (Smarties)
Cocaine, white slice on my Cartier (Cartier)
Three centrals in a Yaris (Yaris)
Those customers, girl, they're emptying their piggy banks
Tasting a little bit of paradise (brr)

Life is too short
When I listen to them, I hear stick talk
So I shut off, and feel your body
Put coke in the pot and I see them moonwalk (brr)

Cali packs, quality bags
More than two hands to count these stacks
Low profile, bro - fuck flashing
S63, the entrance is fresh (hah-hah-hah)
On guard day and night (hah-hah-hah)

Stolen goods, just counting
You know exactly how to turn me on
They could make a podcast, but I'm completely silent
People are two-faced, haven't changed (hah-hah-hah)
But what could I expect from you? (Hah-hah-hah)

Brother, the money we make is just a bonus (bonus)
Her ex, he's broke, is on ROFUS (ROFUS)
Look at her ass, it's round like a globe
Her and her friends, they wanna get in my tour bus
Keeping the same shift schedule as those on rotation
Like the job center, I could send you on a course
Keeping my appetite at bay, trying to stay focused
It's the road to millions, there's no help, like social care

Euros in colors, like Smarties (Smarties)
Cocaine, white slice on my Cartier (Cartier)
Three centrals in a Yaris (Yaris)
Those customers, girl, they're emptying their piggy banks
Tasting a little bit of paradise (brr)

Life is too short
Dom P in hand, while I do the crip walk
Don't wanna talk, baby, let your hips talk
I've got too many eyes on me, I gotta outsource (brr)

Cali packs, quality bags
More than two hands to count these stacks
Low profile, bro - fuck flashing
S63, the entrance is fresh (hah-hah-hah)
On guard day and night (hah-hah-hah)

Stolen goods, just counting
You know exactly how to turn me on
They could make a podcast, but I'm completely silent
People are two-faced, haven't changed (hah-hah-hah)
But what could I expect from you? (Hah-hah-hah)