Ruff - Ruff Übersetzung ins Englische

Ruff

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Ich ha dr Kick, Snare, dr Beat im Bluat
Gib mr dr Stift, hä, ich schrieb mich zue
Und all die Bitch-asses wo Realtalk redet
Pssst, wil dr King grad redet
Und wärend ihr a dicks nah rännet
Eu 2Pac, Biggie oder Big Pun nännet
Spili, Beat sitzt, dr Druck hoi wie Ziggis
Rüefu alli Eis und het dr Finger ue wie E.T
Sting wie dr Grizzly, Flow wie nen Haifisch
King wie nen Löwi uf dr Jagd nach em Fleisch
Ich schla i, wie Blitz und Donnä
Sägemä wer isch dr lyrische Don, hä
Ich hebe nag, wie Andy Mona wenn dr Lohn chunt
Bündle Energie, versetzte Berge wie Son-Goku
Hokus Pokus, Alter es gsieht so us
Weni spittet, ziimt sich Rap zrugg wie ne Vorhut

Sägmer wer isch King am Mic?
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Sägmer wer droht so sikk und tight?
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Wer schrieb sini Texte und macht sini Beats?
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En eigne Style und zerhackt dini Skills
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Kick, Snare und ich triffe dr Takt
Und fülle Hüfte uf wie mich, weni trinke im Club
Jede macht uf härd, weni schriebet uf s'Blatt
Und sind en Dealer wie mim Pimmel und en Wiesen im Sack
Ich bin en Tsunami, ihr nur en Microwelle
Ich wärm das Game uf wie Penne i dr Microwelle
Du bisch nöd willkomme, drum chasch wider hei fahre
Mich findsch öfters uf Beats auf bi Italo's diteigware
Kille di ganz, ziel uf di Punks
Treffsicher wie en Sniper aus wite Distanz
Ich han das Game i dr Hand wie wien Piss i min Schwanz
Und gib das Mic ned a wie dr härtschte Kiffer sin Blunt
Ich und Rap ghöre zäme wie Marshall und Lily
So wie Räge i dr Schwyz oder Asi und Chili
So wie Franze und Wasser, Boxen und Aug
So wie du Opfer am Mic mini Ohre und au

Sägmer wer isch King am Mic?
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Sägmer wer droht so sikk und tight?
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Wer schrieb sini Texte und macht sini Beats?
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En eigne Style und zerhackt dini Skills
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Ruff

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I got the kick, snare, the beat in my blood
Give me the pen, yeah, I write myself up
And all those bitch-asses who talk about reality
Shhh, because the King is speaking now
And while you're running around like dicks
You name your 2Pac, Biggie, or Big Pun
Play, the beat hits, the pressure is high like Ziggy's
Ruff calls all the ice and has his finger up like E.T.
Stings like a Grizzly, flow like a shark
King like a lion on the hunt for meat
I strike like lightning and thunder
They say who is the lyrical Don, huh?
I have cash, like Andy Mona when the salary comes
Bundle energy, move mountains like Son-Goku
Hocus Pocus, man it looks like that
Whoever spits, retreats rap like a vanguard

Let's say who is King on the mic?
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Let's say who sounds so sick and tight?
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Who wrote his lyrics and makes his beats?
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A unique style and chops your skills
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Kick, snare and I hit the beat
And fill hips up like me, when they drink in the club
Everyone goes hard, when I write on the sheet
And are a dealer like my dick and a meadow in my sack
I am a tsunami, you just a microwave
I warm up the game like pasta in the microwave
You're not welcome, so you can go home again
You'll find me more often on beats at Italo's dough goods
Kill them all, aim for the punks
Accurate like a sniper from a long distance
I have the game in my hand like piss in my dick
And don't pass the mic like the hardest smoker his blunt
Me and rap belong together like Marshall and Lily
Like rain in Switzerland or Asi and chili
Like Franze and water, boxing and Aug
Like you losers on the mic my ears and also

Let's say who is King on the mic?
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Let's say who sounds so sick and tight?
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Who wrote his lyrics and makes his beats?
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A unique style and chops your skills
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