Nismo Iz Iste Price - El Prezidente , Bookey traduction en anglais

Nismo Iz Iste Price

Moja draga, slusaj me sada, zivot je saga nije jebeno lagan.
Mada moja madam mora imati sve, mora videti svet, mora imati sne kao i ja.
Cimam se svaki dan da ostvarim svaki san sto zamisljam svaki sat.
Svasta spremam, budan dremam, dosta vezbam, skace cena, kada kidam skace scena.
Tvoje necu, svoje ne dam.
Teretana, sklekovi, mikseri i rekovi, snerovi i klepovi, gramofoni, bekovi.
Pice, gudra, lekovi uradili su svoje.
Isp′o sam iz forme, pa sad dolazim po moje.
Ljudi ne kapiraju sta ove glave tripuju.
Mi smo na terenu, neka nastave da tipuju.
Kvota raste, gotov master.
Piju piju reperi, da cujem, brate, sta ste?!
Ti bi ljubav, ja bi' ljubav, ti bi slavu, ja bi′ slavu, ti bi pravog, ja bi' pravu.
Nista od toga.
Ti bi zivot bez bola i pola pad nekretnina i kola da nema radi sta moras.
Nista od toga.
Moja bebo, ja sam tvoj geto.
Onaj sto volela si ga samo na slepo.
Sada ti znacim, mozda sam treb'o, al′ nisam tu moram da unovcim taj beton, tu moju drugu ljubav koju volim, cuvam i postujem.
Dugo sam u ovome, znam kako se posluje.
Dosta sam cek′o, opet rep me zeli nazad.
Srce zeli napred, vidi da sam bio prazan.
Zbog lazne, cudne ljubavi, bol zeli da me udavi.
Zbog pakosti, podlosti, kazem govna su mi drugovi.
Zbog repa koji propada, zbog gangstera i robota.
Jer ima mnogo otrova, vi ste maskota spotova.
Zlo je uvek tu, cekam da dobro se vrati.
Jer ako vreme je novac, onda znam kol'ko je sati.
Nismo iz iste price, shvati.
Znaju svi: kako god da okrenem, ja sam srecan.
A ti?
Ti bi ljubav, ja bi′ ljubav, ti bi slavu, ja bi' slavu, ti bi pravog, ja bi′ pravu.
Nista od toga.
Ti bi zivot bez bola i pola pad nekretnina i kola da nema radi sta moras.
Nista od toga.

We Are Not in the Same Price Range

My darling, listen to me now, life is a saga, it's damn tough.
Though my lady must have everything, she must see the world, she must have dreams like me.
I hustle every day to make every dream come true that I envision every hour.
I'm cooking up all sorts, napping while I'm awake, exercising a lot, the price jumps, when I rap, the stage jumps.
I don't want yours, I don't give mine.
Gym, push-ups, mixers and racks, microphones and drums, turntables, forwards.
Booze, weed, drugs have done their part.
I'm out of shape, so now I'm coming for mine.
People don't understand what these heads are tripping on.
We're in the field, let them keep guessing.
The odds are growing, master is ready.
They drink, they drink, rappers, so I can hear, bro, what are you guys?!
You would love, I would love, you would fame, I would fame, you would real, I would real.
None of that.
You would have a life without pain and half falling real estate and cars so you don't have to work for what you need.
None of that.
My baby, I'm your ghetto.
The one you only loved blindly.
Now I mean something to you, maybe I should have, but I'm not here, I have to cash in on that concrete, my other love that I love, protect and respect.
I've been in this for a long time, I know how to do business.
I've waited enough, rap wants me back.
My heart wants to move forward, it sees that I was empty.
Because of false, strange love, pain wants to drown me.
Because of meanness, wickedness, I say shit is my friends.
Because of the rap that's failing, because of gangsters and robots.
Because there's a lot of poison, you guys are the mascot of music videos.
Evil is always there, I'm waiting for good to return.
Because if time is money, then I know what time it is.
We're not in the same price range, get it.
Everyone knows: no matter how I turn it, I'm happy.
And you?
You would love, I would love, you would fame, I would fame, you would real, I would real.
None of that.
You would have a life without pain and half falling real estate and cars so you don't have to work for what you need.
None of that.