Paroles et traduction Blumentopf - Liebe und Hass (Live)

Liebe und Hass (Live)

Was ich lieb', das ist ein dicker Beat und ein Bass
Was ich hass', dass das den andern Mietern nicht passt.
Was ich lieb', wenn zu dieser platte jeder bangt
Was ich hass', wenn dein kumpel sie dir für'n zehner brennt.
Was ich lieb', dass plötzlich alle meine Raps zu schätzen wissen
Was ich hass, die meisten wollen nur plätze auf der Gästeliste.
Was ich lieb', das sind meine braunen Wildlederclarks
Was ich hass', die sind so fresh, ey die will jeder Arsch
Was ich lieb', "Du hast die deepsten Zeilen, ehrlich ich schwör"
Was ich hass', dass ich das nur von 13jährigen hör.
Was ich lieb', is öfters mal auf Reisen zu gehn
Was ich hass', überall die gleiche Scheiße zu sehn.
Was ich lieb', auf'm Dancefloor shakern mit ner netten Braut
Was ich hass', dass ich dafür mindestens 3 Schnäpse brauch.
Was ich lieb', die ganze Halle voller jubelnder Kids
Was ich hass', is das infantile Schwulengediss.
Was ich lieb', is dicke Kohle von der Deutschen Bahn AG -
Was ich hass', sind Mixtapes nur auf CD.
Was ich lieb', wenn ich mit Edding unser Album unterschreib
Was ich hass', "Toll, jetzt fehlt mir nur noch vom Holunder eins."
Was ich lieb', is Sex mit Frauen in Strapsen und mit krassen Titten
Was ich hass', dass die mich dafür jedes Mal zur Kasse bitten.
Was ich lieb', ist ein prall gefülltes Päckchen voll Gras
Was ich hass', weder Zigaretten noch Blättchen am Start.
Was ich lieb', ein interessantes Interview mt guten Fragen
Was ich hass',"Blumentopf, wie kamt ihr auf den Namen?"
Was ich lieb', nach jedem Auftritt unsere Gage in bar
Was ich hass', der Satz:"Soviel hab' ich grad' nich da."
Was ich lieb', an Mics steppen und fake MCs mit Punchlines dissen
Was ich hass', Standart Battlephrasen und Anglizismen.
Was ich lieb', wenn manche Leute weinen vor lachen
Was ich hass', und das bei meinen ernst gemeintesten Sachen.
Was ich lieb', auf'nem Gig die Hand im Schritt vor 1000 Kids
Was ich hass', Posen bringt auf dauer nichts!

Love, Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love, Love
And
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate

Love, Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love, Love
And
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate

Was ich lieb', für meine Baggy Pants kein Geld bezahlen
Was ich hass', dass alle andern vom Topf die selbe tragen.
Was ich lieb', dass ich im Rucksack oftmals Piecebrocken find'
Was ich hass', sind selten Zahnbürsten und nie Socken drin.
Was ich lieb', hab Props bekommen für meinen Stil und meinen Flow
Was ich hass', er hat gedacht, ich sei der Typ von Eins Zwo.
Was ich lieb', nach'm Gig der Smalltalk mit netten Frauen
Was ich hass', "Hol doch mal den DJ aus dem Backstageraum!"
Was ich lieb', zu 'nem Auftritt mit 'nem Beamer fahren -
Was ich hass', wenn die bei Avis nur'n Multipla haben.
Was ich lieb', heut' steh' ich auf der Gästeliste plus zwei
Was ich hass', ich bin scheinbar schon lang drinnen plus drei.
Was ich lieb', wir keepen Scheiße, die die Hip Hop Szene schockt
Was ich hass', dass deshalb in der Bravo steht wir gehn jetzt Pop.
Was ich lieb', ist meine Stimme laut am Monitor -
Was ich hass', ist dieser komische Ton im Ohr.
Was ich lieb', "Schuh krieg' ich ein Autogramm? War'n Bombenfest!"
Was ich hass', "Hey, mach' mal Freestyle!" wenn ich grad' Pommes ess'.
Was ich lieb', "Hey Alter, Mann, ich lieb' euern Scheiß!" -
Was ich hass' "Das Level von "abhängen" habt ihr nie mehr erreicht."
Was ich lieb', wenn diese Platte sich verkauft wie Edelhuren -
Was ich hass', irgendwann find' ich sie am Flohmarkt neben Pur.
Was ich lieb', der derbste Sound, die schärfsten Frauen auf der Tanzfläche
Was ich hass', "Heute abend leider nur für Stammgäste."
Was ich lieb', im backstageraum meinen alle, dass wir derbe rocken
Was ich hass', während der Show haben die den Kühlschrank leer gesoffen.
Was ich lieb', ich übte schon als Steppke vor dem Spiegel posen
Was ich hass', meine Mutter schleppte mich zum Psychologen.

Love, Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love, Love
And
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate

Love, Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love, Love
And
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate

Love and Hate (Live)

What they love is a fat beat and a bass
What they hate is that it doesn't suit the other tenants.
What they love is when everyone bumps to this record
What they hate is when your buddy burns it for you for a tenner.
What they love is that suddenly everyone appreciates their raps
What they hate is that most people just want spots on the guest list.
What they love are their brown suede Clarks
What they hate is that they're so fresh, everyone wants them.
What they love is, "You have the deepest lines, I swear"
What they hate is that they only hear that from 13-year-olds.
What they love is to travel often
What they hate is seeing the same shit everywhere.
What they love is shaking it on the dance floor with a nice girl
What they hate is that they need at least 3 shots for that.
What they love is the whole hall full of cheering kids
What they hate is the childish dissing of gays.
What they love is big money from the Deutsche Bahn AG -
What they hate are mixtapes only on CD.
What they love is signing our album with a marker
What they hate is, "Great, now I just need one from Holunder."
What they love is sex with women in stockings and with awesome tits
What they hate is that they always ask them to pay for it.
What they love is a bulging package full of weed
What they hate is no cigarettes or papers at the start.
What they love is an interesting interview with good questions
What they hate is, "Blumentopf, how did you come up with the name?"
What they love is our fee in cash after every gig
What they hate is the sentence: "I don't have that much right now."
What they love is stepping up to mics and dissing fake MCs with punchlines
What they hate are standard battle phrases and anglicisms.
What they love is when some people cry with laughter
What they hate is when it's at their most serious stuff.
What they love is the hand in the crotch in front of 1000 kids at a gig
What they hate is posing doesn't get you anywhere in the long run!

Love, Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love, Love
And
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate

Love, Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love, Love
And
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate

What they love is not paying for their baggy pants
What they hate is that everyone else from the Topf wears the same ones.
What they love is that they often find piece chunks in their backpack
What they hate is that there are rarely toothbrushes and never socks in it.
What they love is getting props for their style and flow
What they hate is that he thought they were the guy from Eins Zwo.
What they love is the small talk with nice women after the gig
What they hate is, "Get the DJ out of the backstage room!"
What they love is driving to a gig with a beamer -
What they hate is when they only have a Multipla at Avis.
What they love is today they're on the guest list plus two
What they hate is that they've apparently been in for a long time plus three.
What they love is we keep shit that shocks the hip hop scene
What they hate is that's why Bravo says we're going pop now.
What they love is their voice loud on the monitor -
What they hate is this weird tone in their ear.
What they love is, "Schuh can I get an autograph? It was a bomb party!"
What they hate is, "Hey, do some freestyle!" when they're eating fries.
What they love is, "Hey dude, man, I love your shit!" -
What they hate is "You never reached the level of "abhängen" again."
What they love is when this record sells like high-class hookers -
What they hate is that someday they'll find it at the flea market next to Pur.
What they love is the sickest sound, the hottest women on the dance floor
What they hate is, "Tonight unfortunately only for regulars."
What they love is backstage everyone thinks we rock hard
What they hate is that they drank the fridge empty during the show.
What they love is that they practiced posing in front of the mirror as a kid
What they hate is that my mother dragged me to the psychologist.

Love, Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love, Love
And
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate

Love, Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love, Love
And
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate
Hate, Hate, Hate, Hate