Paroles et traduction Fox - Sujetu Zaboravi

Sujetu Zaboravi

Vracam se na teren
Vracam se na trening
Hocemo "mercedes", bitan je i prestiz
Vracam se na teren
Vracam se na trening
Isplatice nam evre, smejem se na prezir

Sitne protuve bi htele nase mesto preko noci
Zar ste ludi? Nece moci. Nece moci!
Oni zele samo zlo, al' ovde to ce tesko proci
Zar ste glupi? Gde ste posli? Gde ste posli?!
Trazio sam ljubav, mir, a up'o sam u mutan vir
I zasto mrzis? Ko ste vi? Ko ste vi?!
Ako nas si, mudar si, u suprotnom nas udari
Al' sujetu zaboravi, rodjeni, rodjeni!

Postuj majku, postuj oca
Postuj sebe, postuj Boga
Sestru, brata, zenu, decu
Postuj zivot, sve u svemu
Jasno je da bio puk'o sam
Pet grama dsa dnevno vuk'o sam
Prolup'o sam sam, polup'o sam sad
I da trazim neki posao unosan
Jasno je da bili smo dole
Jeli smo govna, pili smo kole
Viski do zore, vina k'o vode
Sad smo na kosu, vezbamo trojke
Jasno je da sam neveran
Sva ta emotivna moja nedela
Stoka defektna, droga jeftina
Sad mi jedina moja medena
Trcim, pumpam sklekove
Svaki dan ja haslujem
Snimam, przim, duvam
Dobra lova je na zlatu, bre
Prodajemo osmeh, mi ne prodajemo smrt
I zandari to vole, a i svima je to vrh
Anonimni cetvoroprsti nam ljubomorisu
Djare, vezi ih za drvo ispred tu u dvoristu

Trep guru, trep guru, trep boss
Poznatiji kao Fox
Trep guru, trep guru, trep guru, trep guru
Poznatiji kao Fox
Niste culi ovakav flou
Kad cuju, ja cujem "ou"
'Ajde spusti je dole skroz
Trep guru, trep guru, trep boss
Nasi novi klinci, vidi, nemaju ni petlju
Il' se bodu nozevima ili kuci su na fejsu
Puni su ruleti, nema nikoga na kosarci
Na fudbalu je isto jer su golovi u gvozdjari
Ne jebu porodicu, u skolu nagudrani
Pazi sta ti kazem, bice mardeljasi zatucani!
Promasena mladost nikad ne dozivi starost
Zato mani te pistolje, za promenu mucni glavom!
Kad si bila otisla, bio sam k'o popisan
Navaren sam shvatio da potez ti je odlican
Anonimni cetvoroprsti nam ljubomorisu
Bulch, vezi ih za drvo ispred tu u dvoristu

Forget the Plot

I'm coming back to the field
I'm coming back to training
We want a Mercedes, prestige is important
I'm coming back to the field
I'm coming back to training
The Jews will pay us, I laugh at contempt

Petty rivals want to take our place overnight
Are you crazy? They won't be able to. They won't be able to!
They only want evil, but it will be hard for that to happen here
Are you stupid? Where have you gone? Where have you gone?!
I asked for love, peace, but I ended up in a muddy pool
And why do you hate? Who are you? Who are you?!
If you're one of us, you're smart, otherwise strike us
But forget the plot, my dear, my dear!

Respect your mother, respect your father
Respect yourself, respect God
Your sister, brother, wife, children
Respect life, everything
It's clear that I had snapped
I was smoking five grams of dope a day
I went to hell and back, I'm back now
And I'm looking for a lucrative job
It's clear that we were down
We ate shit, we drank cola
Whiskey until dawn, wine like water
Now we're on the rise, practicing threes
It's clear that I'm unfaithful
All my emotional bullshit
Defective goods, cheap drugs
Now my only love is my honey
I run, I pump out push-ups
I hustle every day
I record, I trim, I blow
There's good money in gold, girl
We sell smiles, we don't sell death
And the cops love it, and it's the best for everyone
Anonymous four-fingers envies us
Baby, tie them to the tree in the front yard

Trep guru, trep guru, trep boss
Better known as Fox
Trep guru, trep guru, trep guru, trep guru
Better known as Fox
You haven't heard flow like this
When they hear it, I hear "ooh"
Come on, turn it down all the way
Trep guru, trep guru, trep boss
Our new kids, look, they don't even have a belt
Either they're kicking themselves in the legs or they're on Facebook at home
They're full of roulette, there's no one on the basketball court
It's the same in soccer because the goals are in the hardware store
They don't fuck their families, they're dressed up at school
Listen to what I'm telling you, they're going to be stunned bumps!
A failed youth never reaches old age
So put down those pistols, for a change, torture your brains!
When you left, I was like a census
I got high and realized your move was excellent
Anonymous four-fingers envies us
Babe, tie them to the tree in the front yard