Paroles et traduction C-Block feat. EAST(Southside Boyz Killa) - 初來炸到

初來炸到

不好意思 我們初來乍到
你主場就這樣被我們炸掉
不搞diss peace 不走岔道
把那些娘泡嚇尿 當我們開始大叫
我們初來乍到 就爆炸炸炸
出來就要燥 we fucked up up up
初來乍到 我們就爆炸炸炸
抽著她的屁股 駕 駕 駕 駕
大紅燈籠高高掛
半夜聽到我們打更
天乾物燥 你要小心
那嫉妒你保持紀錄的人
還在四處打聽
暗箭難防 你的頭是靶心
為了我地下的兄弟還在底下盼望
葬在城郊的亂葬崗在等我以下範上
放心我會讓疼痛感在敵人皮上綻放
為我備好更大的酬勞我們chill後算帳
這個世界裡規矩像索馬裡
搶來的一切算紀念品
交鋒的聲音像melody
鉦鉦鉦 義勇軍進行曲
敵人都放下了兵器
戰歌唱到到他心底
向我們左手行軍禮
見證sup帝國的興起
不好意思 我們初來乍到
你主場就這樣被我們炸掉
不搞diss peace 不走岔道
把那些娘泡嚇尿 當我們開始大叫
我們初來乍到 就爆炸炸炸
出來就要燥 we fucked up up up
初來乍到 我們就爆炸炸炸
抽著她的屁股 駕 駕 駕 駕
朋友圈微博都炸開花市中心炸開花
輪番 轟炸你們 耳膜 像在玩大逃殺
因為C-BLOCK來啦
因為C-BLOCK來啦
快回家躲好 門窗反鎖好
我的小宇宙就快要爆發
不得了不得了不得了啦
前面的圍牆快倒塌
人擠人腳踩到腳了
膽子小的就快跑吧
街頭正發生著暴亂
人群中聽見有人叫板
我們都吃了熊心豹子膽
就趁著這今夜去造反
我該出手才出手
平時保持低調和獨立
準備好一步登天
也時刻準備好血灑這土地
你在背後八卦我的身世
蒼白而無力
我來幫你揭開神秘
我出生的工廠製造核武器
麻利麻利麻利
哄make my money money more
當我專輯發行後 叫我rich80後
去球場播我的新歌 勝過你上早自習
來現場記得手機
舉高幫我拍個小視頻
My lil boy
My lil boy
My lil boy
My lil boy
Lil boy
Lil boy
Lil boy
My lil boy
這是關鍵時刻
外面的客棧基本都關門了
兄弟不方便就把話說直了
別跟我談現實的
為你這麼去做 值得
去他媽工作辭了
那點錢只夠我吃零食的
差演員極度想把彎的變直的
虛的變實的 美的心態貶值了
穿的那麼酷 還是忍不住 想告訴
你們穿的布 某一種角度 像紙尿褲
我在我的hood 和兄弟昂首又闊步
會忍不住 對假的吐
為何那paper 就像買過幾雙球鞋
給自己標籤sneaker 不走尋常路
當然 我指的是少數
還有極少數的dancer 根本不會跳舞
STOP
你們這麼怪 都沒我兄弟帥
拿兩個過來
胖別用一個比較快
聰別跟道別的狀態
傻別歌詞寫起來
有事只要蔣別在 hold on
就因為我們一出來炸到
就因為你們從來都不燥
就因為我們從來不斷燥
就因為我們從來不斷料
就因為我們要初來炸到
就因為我們要初來炸到

First Strike Boom

Excuse us, we just arrived on the scene,
Your home turf, we're blowing it up, it's obscene.
No dissing, keeping it peaceful, no straying paths,
Scaring those sissies to pee their pants with our loud wrath.
We just arrived, and it's boom, boom, boom,
Came out to rage, we fucked up up up the room.
First strike, we're exploding, boom, boom, boom,
Spanking that ass, driving it, vroom, vroom, vroom.
Red lanterns hang high,
You hear our watchmen's calls in the dead of night.
The air is dry, be cautious and tight,
Those envious, keeping tabs, burning with spite.
Still snooping around, seeking their prey,
Hidden arrows fly, your head is the target they say.
For my underground brothers, still hoping below,
Buried in the outskirts, in unmarked graves, waiting for my flow.
Rest assured, I'll make the pain bloom on my enemy's skin,
Prepare a bigger reward, we'll settle scores after we chill and win.
This world's rules are like Somalia's way,
Everything snatched is a souvenir to display.
The clash of sounds like a melody,
Clang, clang, clang, the volunteer army's decree.
Enemies drop their weapons, surrender their fight,
Battle songs reach their souls, filling them with fright.
They salute us with their left hand, a sign of respect,
Witnessing the rise of the Sup empire, perfect.
Excuse us, we just arrived on the scene,
Your home turf, we're blowing it up, it's obscene.
No dissing, keeping it peaceful, no straying paths,
Scaring those sissies to pee their pants with our loud wrath.
We just arrived, and it's boom, boom, boom,
Came out to rage, we fucked up up up the room.
First strike, we're exploding, boom, boom, boom,
Spanking that ass, driving it, vroom, vroom, vroom.
Social media's exploding, city center's in flames,
Bombarding your eardrums, like a battle royale game.
Because C-Block is here,
Because C-Block is here,
Run home and hide, lock your doors and windows tight,
My microcosm's about to erupt with all its might.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, it's on,
The walls are crumbling, falling one by one.
Crowds surge, feet stomping, a chaotic scene,
If you're scared, run away, flee the battle keen.
Riots erupt on the streets below,
Challenges and threats from the crowds grow.
We've eaten the hearts of bears and leopards bold,
Tonight, we rebel, breaking free from the fold.
I strike when the time is right,
Usually keeping it low-key and independent, out of sight.
Ready to ascend to the top, reaching new heights,
And also prepared to spill blood on this land, day and night.
You gossip about my background, spreading lies,
Pale and weak, your attempts are unwise.
I'll unveil the mystery, open your eyes,
The factory I was born in manufactures nuclear bombs, no surprise.
Quickly, quickly, quickly,
Make my money, money, money more,
When my album drops, call me Rich 80's core.
Playing my new song at the stadium beats your early morning chore,
Remember your phones at the live show, record and adore.
Hold them high, capture a video for me to explore,
My lil boy,
My lil boy,
My lil boy,
My lil boy,
Lil boy,
Lil boy,
Lil boy,
My lil boy,
This is the critical moment, the time is nigh,
The inns outside are mostly closed, beneath the sky.
Brother, speak your mind, don't be shy,
Don't talk to me about reality, don't even try.
Doing this for you is worth it all, I won't lie,
To hell with work, I quit, say goodbye.
That little money is only enough for my snacks, it's dry,
Lacking actors, desperately wanting to make the bent straight, reach for the sky.
The virtual becomes real, beautiful minds depreciate, they cry,
Dressed so cool, still can't help but notify,
The fabric you wear, from a certain angle, looks like a diaper, don't deny.
In my hood, with my brothers, we walk with heads held high,
Can't help but spit on the fake, as they pass us by.
Why that paper is like buying a few pairs of shoes, I sigh,
Labeling themselves "sneakerheads", taking unusual routes, it's a lie.
Of course, I'm referring to a minority, just a few,
And there are very few dancers who can actually dance, it's true.
STOP,
You guys are so weird, none of you are as handsome as my crew,
Bring two over here, let's see what you can do.
Fat, don't use one, it's faster with two,
Cong, don't be in a state of saying goodbye, it's true,
Sha, don't write lyrics, it's not for you,
If there's anything, as long as Jiang Bie is here, hold on, we'll see it through.
Just because we come out and blow it up, that's the way,
Just because you've never been wild, it's your dismay.
Just because we never stop raging, come what may,
Just because we never run out of material, we slay.
Just because we want to come out and blow it up, it's our way,
Just because we want to come out and blow it up, we'll stay.