Fuldt hus - L.O.C. , Niarn , Majid , Tue Track , Jonny Hefty , Per Vers , U$O , Pede B , Joey Moe , Johnson , Marwan , Cas , J-Spliff Übersetzung ins Englische

Fuldt hus

Masser' masser her
Jep der masser' masser her
Og der ikke ikke nogen nogen
Som der stresser her.

De' sultne, det' synd for dem
Finder en mønt frem, smider den ned i koppen
Jep de snakker masser lort men der' ingen lyde
Jeg bestiller stor menu og humos og grillspyd
Det ikke backpack rap men jeg' stadig real
Været på wake up show, rapped' med Sugar Hill
Ung b-boy pop-locker hele vejen
Bankdamen råber: 'Hey Shorty' efter mig
Jeg' en selvgjort millionær dreng
Men i forhold til jer hos kigger i nu på en mand
Din bitch råber encore til min pik og til min pind
Så tilgiv mig mit sind, men hun sir' gør det ige-e-e-e-en
For jeg' født i det vestlige Aarhus
Det står 2 steder på min korpus
Så du burde kunne finde mig med stress i mit hoved
Og en riffel i tårnet på dit rådhus, fuck it
Jeg' den mest ægte det bevisligt og det skrevet
I kan ikk snak med jeres selskaber
Uden mit navn det blir' nævnt
Dig derimod jeg ku' ikk diss dig hvis jeg prøvede
Alt jeg ved om din person er at du på fucking røven
Og jeg sparker ikk til skrald for min' sneaks er boks friske
Så tag mit navn ud af din mund og få dit lort vasket

Vågner foran skærmen for jeg sover ned' i studiet
Johnson er tilbage som bare patter midt i juli
Badass på de tracks ligsom little boozie
Alle claimer swag men hvornår begynd' de' bruge det
Der ikk nogen granater der ender på min laner
Det gør man bare ikk når man er ægte århusianer
Haters de har stået i kø siden jeg var 19
Mark er så smart, nej nigga jeg' for Brian til dem
Ja det er mig, tro det eller ej
Min blok mod din blok, det' mig der banede vej
Bor ikk på landet som en farlig trafikkant
En tredjedel af prisen, vi kan sagtens forhandl'
Alt er serveret, alle her udspionere
Perker bli'er kritiseret når de opgradere
økologisk piger, økologisk mad
økologisk vand, økologisk coke blandt andet.

Med de homies er der fuldt hus ye-æ-æ-æ
Hvorfor fanden sku vi slut nu? ye-æ-æ-æ
Masser' masser her.
Og der ikke ikke nogen nogen
Som der stresser her.

Med de homies er der fuldt hus ye-æ-æ-æ
Hvorfor fanden sku vi slut nu? ye-æ-æ-æ
Masser' masser her.
Og der ikke ikke nogen nogen
Som der stresser her.

Yo jeg' en gadedreng, der har taget den fra bunden
Og knoklet mig hele vejen ud af undergrunden
For at stå lige her hvor jeg står idag
Så til al' i player haters, sir jeg, tak ska' i ha'
For hver gang i snakker lort blir' mit navn eksponeret
Jeg er på mit grind homie og vel produceret
Så nu deler jeg track med landets bedste rappers
Jeg behøver ikk bevis mer' i fucking backstappers
'Lev nu betal sener' skal der stå på min gravsten
Sammelselv rebel, Aalborgs Erik Clausen
Hiver flasken op med roden Hele verdnen i mit hoved
Stadig på det shit så fuck hva' i troed
Jeg ovenud ulykkelig, ikk noget hykleri
Stadigvæk en gadeknægt ligemeget hvor jeg flytter til
Knæk og bræk, klip den hæl, fej for egen dør
Vi river lortet fucking ned som vi plejer at gøre

Så' der fuld hus igår, bas i dit fjæs som lussinger fra lusifer
Det her det er et verbalt bunkepul og gruppeknep
Og som dengang blev snøvlet i et youtube klip,
I want to fuck her, Jeg siger det uden censur
Jeres vers er whitney, mit vers er særskinsbur
Enten har du et hul eller et hjul jeg kan stik min kæp i
Nummer 1 på kloden så kys min stjerne som Rene Redzepi

Har hørt dem sige Pede ikk er realavant mer'
Jeg tror bar det plastik g'er der fantasere imens de mastubere
Pisset de siger er under standart som britiske piger
Og skal skylles ud som WC papir
Det store Pede tramper stadig igennem dit rosenbed
Imens din dame fodre mig med vindruer som i romeriget
Hiver hendes kjole ned, jeg' en rod du ved
Jeg ikk den hvide Jay-Z, han er den sorte pede

Med de homies er der fuldt hus ye-æ-æ-æ
Hvorfor fanden sku vi slut nu? ye-æ-æ-æ
Masser' masser her.
Og der ikke ikke nogen nogen
Som der stresser her.

Med de homies er der fuldt hus ye-æ-æ-æ
Hvorfor fanden sku vi slut nu? ye-æ-æ-æ
Masser' masser her.
Og der ikke ikke nogen nogen
Som der stresser her.

Er du da fuldtstændig åndsvag?
Jeg gir den fuld gashåndtag!
Rykket op af undergrunden, jordslået grøntsag
9 kilo bonghoved lige ud af dobbelt A
Her hvor vi ikk skriver under på noget, vi gir håndslag
Og drømmekage til kaffen, har en spåntpla' i garagen
Og et boldtræ under madressen, småkage
Tjubang sjokolade mayn, willie wonka

Står og slår i bolledejen, yo ring til din dreng, u-dollar tegn
Det her det er håndarbejde, du' en fucking sjoller mayn
Ruller mig en pind og vel en smøj med konen
Kald mig røgkanonen og hold øje med tronen
Sir' at jeg har sexapeal, det' vel ikk mit septer vel
Og vil du føle kærlighed så ka' du knep dig selv

Du-du-du, Du ved jeg lever for mit grind dawg
Ræs så hurtigt, de sir' der ikk er veje nok
Folk spørg efter Cas og nogen må peje op
Jeg som på toppen af verden i min Ferrari krop
Haha, du ser på ham der får det bragt i stand
Du' ikk forretnings mand, du bar en praktikant
Dræbt af glans, brænder fast på din nethinde
Skinner så skarpt at brændvæsnet må sætte ind

Pablo picasso, hvor min pensel, la' mig male lidt
Hvis jeg ikk maler blir jeg kvalt bitch, la' mig tale lidt
I bad om noget i ku' få så jeg gav lidt
Albummet til jer bitch niggas der ikk sagde shit
Jeg levere budskaber som gud skaber
En budbringer til gud ringer dig udbringer
Hvis skud ringer, med sikkerhed niggas ved jeg ikk ligger ned
Gør det for min' forældre der' op i himlen og kigger ned

Med de homies er der fuldt hus ye-æ-æ-æ
Hvorfor fanden sku vi slut nu? ye-æ-æ-æ
Masser' masser her.
Og der ikke ikke nogen nogen
Som der stresser her.

Med de homies er der fuldt hus ye-æ-æ-æ
Hvorfor fanden sku vi slut nu? ye-æ-æ-æ
Masser' masser her.
Og der ikke ikke nogen nogen
Som der stresser her.

Fresh ud af lorteøen, stejler op på Kneppelsbro
Dollar tak for invitationen, beatet blir knepper nu
Dumbet i at snak pænt, men fik 12 i økonomi
Swag er de andre, jeg' økologi
Snak bag min ryk homie det går ikk
Som vores president i hans hus, stik mig det sort på hvidt
Min chick er lige kommet så tak for idag
Hun havde sin veninde med jeg go'
I motherfucker jeg på 3 ey!

Diamanter i mit ur, 11 karat
Jeg' en 1'er plastik, hvorfor spille smart
For min push-up dog det koster en hund
Tid er penge, du kan få et sekund
Musik er hvad du gør det til, intet kompromi
Aldrig kom forbi awart, hvis du føler monami
For i tiden var talent kriteriet for success
Labels sutter pik nu til dags så'n er det

I go Rambo on these fools
My ryhme am my only stuce
The four escort, iam a lambo on these fools
And i know how to handle multible tools
Like do place spitt your tothpate, sucks on you to shate
Your draw is too late, yearh tufu-cake
I am the whit shark your the bait, superfly like kate
The biggest lie is your straight, get fried like steak
Whith a bunch of potatoes, what, your gitting rapped hoe

Solen skinner Cusin, livet det er godt
Haters snakker ish, men jeg gir ikk en fuuck
Det' som jeg ligeglad med hvad DF sir om os
Fokusere heller på dem der gir' den op
Fokusere heller på ting der gir mig bucks
Spytter crack, det vil sige jeg stadig dealer drugs
Uncut til livet siger mig op, det' derfor de digger mit stof
Bigger mig up, what?

Jeg snakker retaderet mikrofon mundlort
Det' ligsom hasaderet ræs uden kørekort
Fylder begge spor, la' vær at hold i vejen
Når jeg brænder hestekræfter af med u-dollar tegn
Velhængt fuldblods fænomen
Galopere men der ikk nogen fod på mit tredje ben
Nik uden nakkestøt, track er mit dogg-tag
Crashtest piskesmælds swag fra din airbag

Full house

Lots and lots here
Yup there's plenty ' plenty here
And there ain't no nobody
How stressful it is here.

The 'hungry, the' pity for them
If you find a coin, throw it into the cup.
Yep they talk loads of shit but there ' no sounds
I order large menu and humos and skewers
It's not backpack rap but I'm still real
The weather on the wake up show, rapped ' with Sugar Hill
Young B-boy pop-locker all the way
The bank lady shouts: 'Hey Shorty' after me
I'm a self-made millionaire boy
But in relation to you at home, you are now looking at a man
Your bitch yells encore to my cock and to my stick
So forgive me my mind but she sir ' does it ige-e-e-E-A
For I was born in Western Aarhus
There are 2 places on my Corpus
So you should be able to find me with stress in my head
And a rifle in the tower of your town hall, fuck it
I'm the most genuine it's proven and it's written
You can't talk to your company.
Without my name it will be' mentioned
I wouldn't diss you if I tried.
All I know about your person is that you're on the fucking ass
And I don't kick to the trash for my ' sneaks are box fresh
So take my name out of your mouth and get your shit washed

Waking up in front of the screen 'cause I'm sleeping down' in the studio
Johnson is back as a bare-chested mid-July
Badass on the tracks like little boozie
Everyone claims swag but when do' they' start using it
There aren't any grenades ending up on my laner
You just don't do that when you're a real arhusian
Haters they've been queuing since I was 19
Mark is so smart, no nigga I'm too Brian for them
Yes it's me, believe it or not
My block against your block, it's me who paved the way
Do not live in the country as a dangerous roadside
A third of the price, we can easily negotiate'
Everything is served, everyone here spies
Perker Blis criticized when upgrading
organic girls, organic food
organic water, organic coke, among others.

With those homies there's a full house ye-æ-æ-æ
Why the hell are we over now? ye-ye-ye-ye
Lots and lots here.
And there ain't no nobody
How stressful it is here.

With those homies there's a full house ye-æ-æ-æ
Why the hell are we over now? ye-ye-ye-ye
Lots and lots here.
And there ain't no nobody
How stressful it is here.

Yo I'm a street kid who's taken it from scratch
And boned me all the way out of the underground
To stand right here where I stand today
So to the AL'i player haters, sir I, thank you ska'i ha'
For every time you talk shit, my name gets exposed
I'm on my grind homie and well produced
So now I share the track with the country's best rappers
I don't need proof anymore ' in fucking backstappers
'Live now pay tendons' will be written on my tombstone
Sammelselv rebel, Aalborgs Erik Clausen
The bottle uproots the whole world in my head
Constantly on that shit so fuck what ' i troed
I am unhappy, not hypocritical.
Still a street kid no matter where I move to
Break and break, cut the heel, sweep for own door
We tear the shit fucking down like we usually do

So ' there Full House yesterday, bass in your face like slaps from lusifer
This is a verbal pile-up and group fuck
And that was then snubbed in a youtube clip,
I want to fuck her, I say it without censorship
Your verse is whitney, my verse is særskinsbur
Either you have a hole or a wheel I can stick my stick in
Number 1 on the globe saw Kiss my star like Rene Redzepi

I've heard them say Pede isn't realavant anymore'
I think bare it plastic g's who fantasize while they mastubate
Pissed they say is below standard as British girls
And should be flushed out like toilet paper
The big Pede is still trampling through your rose bed
While your lady feed me with grapes as in the kingdom of Rome
Pulling her dress down, I'm a mess you know
I'm not the White Jay-Z, he's the black pede

With those homies there's a full house ye-æ-æ-æ
Why the hell are we over now? ye-ye-ye-ye
Lots and lots here.
And there ain't no nobody
How stressful it is here.

With those homies there's a full house ye-æ-æ-æ
Why the hell are we over now? ye-ye-ye-ye
Lots and lots here.
And there ain't no nobody
How stressful it is here.

Are you completely stupid?
I give it full throttle!
Uprooted from the underground, ground-up vegetable
9 kilo Bong head straight out of Double A
Where we don't sign anything, we give a handshake
And dream cake for the coffee, have a chippla ' in the garage
And a ball tree under the mattress, cookie
Tjubang chocolate mayn, willie wonka

Standing and beating in the bun dough, yo call your boy, u-dollar sign
This is handwork, you're a fucking jerk mayn
Rolling me a stick and probably a smug with the wife
Call me the smoke cannon and watch the throne
Sir 'that I have sexapeal, that' well not my scepter well
And do you want to feel love then ka ' you fuck yourself

You-you-you, you know I live for my grind dawg
Run so fast, sir, there are not enough roads
People ask for Cas and someone has to peep up
I like being on top of the world in my Ferrari body
Haha, you look at the one who gets it done
You're not a business man, you carried an intern
Killed by glans, burns firmly on your retina
Shining so bright that the fire brigade must intervene

Pablo picasso, where my brush, let me paint a little
If I don't paint I'll be choked bitch, let me talk a little
You asked for something I could get so I gave a little
The album for you bitch niggas who didn't say shit
I deliver messages that God creates
A messenger to God calls you out
If shots ring, for sure niggas know I don't lie down
Do it for my 'parents there' up in the sky and look down

With those homies there's a full house ye-æ-æ-æ
Why the hell are we over now? ye-ye-ye-ye
Lots and lots here.
And there ain't no nobody
How stressful it is here.

With those homies there's a full house ye-æ-æ-æ
Why the hell are we over now? ye-ye-ye-ye
Lots and lots here.
And there ain't no nobody
How stressful it is here.

Fresh out of lorteøen, steeps up on Kneppelsbro
Dollar thanks for the invitation, the beat gets fucked now
Dumb in talking nicely, but got 12 in economics
Swag is the other, I' ecology
Talk behind my jerk homie it's not going
As our president in his house, stick it to me in black and white
My chick just came so thanks for today
She had her friend with me.
I motherfucker at 3 ey!

Diamonds in my watch, 11 carats
I 'a 1' is plastic, Why play smart
For my push-up though it costs a dog
Time is money, you can get a second
Music is what you make it, no compromise
Aldrig kom forbi awart, hvis du føler monami
For i tiden var talent kriteriet for success
Labels sutter pik nu til dags så'n er det

I go Rambo on these fools
My ryhme am my only stuce
The four escort, iam a lambo on these fools
And i know how to handle multible tools
Like do place spitt your tothpate, sucks on you to shate
Your draw is too late, yearh tufu-cake
I am the whit shark your the bait, superfly like kate
The biggest lie is your straight, get fried like steak
Whith a bunch of potatoes, what, your gitting rapped hoe

Solen skinner Cusin, livet det er godt
Haters talk ish, but I don't give a fuuck
It's like I don't care what DF sir about us
Focus on those who give up.
Instead, focus on things that give me bucks
Spitting crack, that is, I still deal drugs
Uncut to life tells me off, that's why they dig my stuff
Bigger me up, what?

I'm talking retarded microphone mouth shit
It's like racing without a driver's license
Filling both tracks, let's keep in the way
When I burn horsepower off with u-dollar signs
Well-hung thoroughbred phenomenon
Galloping but there's no foot on my third leg
Nod without headbutt, track is my dogg tag
Crashtest piskesmælds swag fra din airbag