Paroles et traduction Frayer Flexking feat. Pil C - Stokárske R/N/B

Stokárske R/N/B

Zabil som to v mojej hlave
Ostal tam iba tento spev
Nikto nevie že čo sa stane
A mňa zachránil more trap life
Od mala bola lopta na nohách, na drese Maradona
Z ihriska sa vracal domov keď bola tma
V škole nedával pozor, poznámka za poznámkou
Nebol čas na komp, radšej robil zlo
V trináctich odišiel do Dubnice
Futbalista, prvá liga, mala to byť cesta easy
Ale life ukazuje karty až v kríze
More došiel hiphop, boy stal sa stokárom
Stratený vo svete na intraku žiari sídlisko
V slúchadlách music a každý deň tréning
Miloval som budovať si na ulici credit
Bipolar vo mne sa bil - anjel a démon
Byť profi športovec, alebo bad boy
Mal som to v sebe už od malého zmrda
Ego bolo tvrdé, chcel som byť hviezda
Stredná škola, v pľúcach marihuana
Cítim sa byť iný jak všetci okolo mňa
Párty, chlast, bitchеs, experimenty
Extrémnе ma bavilo byť mimo
Joint za bongom, bongo za jointom
Fľaša za čiarou, čiara za fľašou
Bitka za bitkou, čórka za čórkou
Už som si prestával tykať aj s loptou
Po piatich rokoch vyhadzov z niekoľkých stredných škôl
Už to nebol obyčajný chlapec,
Ale vagabund, čo chcel len povedať svoj názor
Bol to kruh, bola to pasť
Stereotyp jak labyrint
Žil som tmu, svetlo zapínam
Toto je stokárske RNB
Na starý hood rád spomínam
Všetky pomaľované steny
Už mám kľud, idem do budúcna
Nechcem už ten shit z minulosti
Stojím tu sám, spomínam
Na časy keď sme boli mládenci
Zabiť ma, navždy bude hrať naše stokárske RNB
Zvoní budík, naťahujem sa, dúfam že som ho vypol
Suché rožky, polievky v sáčku a bratu vifon
Každý deň rovnaký a každý deň fakt psycho
Rozjebávať lóve v automatoch bolo zvykom
Prvé kroky viedli do basy a nasrať
Jak sa z tade vymotám, jak sa dostanem odtiaľ naspák
Smola lepí sa na päty ako asfalt
Jebať na to bratu, ver mi že ja mám plán
Bol to kruh, bola to pasť
Stereotyp jak labyrint
Žil som tmu, svetlo zapínam
Toto je stokárske RNB
Na starý hood rád spomínam
Všetky pomaľované steny
Už mám kľud, idem do budúcna
Nechcem už ten shit z minulosti
Ja sedím na ďalšom byte
Nepoznám tváre, nepoznám mená
Každý tu má svoj vlastný svet
Poviem ti o sebe všetko, zajtra si nepamätám
Nepozerám dozadu, nepozerám do späťáku
Aj keď nabúram, tak opravím
V servise som bol milión krát, milióny robotách
Bitch legál striedal ilegál

Hood R/N/B

I killed it in my head
Only this song remains
Nobody knows what's gonna happen
And the trap life saved me
Since childhood, the ball was on my feet, Maradona on the jersey
Coming home from the field when it was dark
Not paying attention in school, note after note
No time for the computer, rather doing mischief
At thirteen, I left for Dubnica
Football player, first league, it was supposed to be an easy path
But life shows its cards only in crisis
Hip hop came, boy became a hoodlum
Lost in the world, the housing estate shines in the dorm
Music in headphones and training every day
I loved building credit on the street
Bipolar fought within me - an angel and a demon
To be a professional athlete, or a bad boy
I had it in me since I was a little shit
Ego was hard, I wanted to be a star
High school, marijuana in my lungs
I feel different than everyone around me
Parties, booze, bitches, experiments
I enjoyed being out of it
Joint after bong, bong after joint
Bottle after line, line after bottle
Fight after fight, theft after theft
I was already starting to lose touch with the ball
After five years, expelled from several high schools
He was no longer an ordinary boy,
But a vagabond who just wanted to say his opinion
It was a circle, it was a trap
Stereotype like a labyrinth
I lived in darkness, I turn on the light
This is hood RNB
I like to remember the old hood
All the painted walls
I have peace now, I'm going into the future
I don't want that shit from the past anymore
I stand here alone, remembering
The times when we were young
Kill me, our hood RNB will always play
The alarm clock rings, I stretch, I hope I turned it off
Dry rolls, soups in a bag and brother, instant noodles
Every day is the same and every day is really psycho
Smashing money in slot machines was a habit
The first steps led to jail, fuck it
How do I get out of there, how do I get back
Bad luck sticks to my heels like asphalt
Fuck it, brother, believe me, I have a plan
It was a circle, it was a trap
Stereotype like a labyrinth
I lived in darkness, I turn on the light
This is hood RNB
I like to remember the old hood
All the painted walls
I have peace now, I'm going into the future
I don't want that shit from the past anymore
I'm sitting in another apartment
I don't know faces, I don't know names
Everyone here has their own world
I'll tell you everything about myself, I won't remember tomorrow
I don't look back, I don't look in the rearview mirror
Even if I crash, I'll fix it
I've been in the service a million times, millions of jobs
Legal bitch alternated with illegal