Paroles et traduction Freezy Trap - A Woidviadla

A Woidviadla

Es vageht ka Tog, wo i ned Musik moch
Oda irgendwie sowos wie an Hit moch
Bleib meiner Sö treu, bleib weidahin i
A Woidviatla, oiso 3 Leid gegen di
Es vageht ka Tog, wo i ned Musik moch
Oda irgendwie sowos wie an Hit moch
Bleib meiner Sö treu, bleib weidahin i
A Woidviatla, oiso 3 Leid gegen di

Des is ka Ganxta Track auf freshem Trap
Ich fett und echt, Wacks verrecken jetzt
Ich wollte hier mal nen Part drauf schreiben
Bei diesem Beat kann ich ja kaum verneinen
Ich moch des jetzt scho ziemlich laung
Bin immer erstaunt, wos i wieda kau
Repräsentier mei Lond mit Hirn & Verstond
Und gib afoch imma ois wie beim Triathlon
Fia Ötan ka passender Schwiegersohn
Ka Ganxta, doch a oaga Typ
Bin a Anzelkämpfer, der mit lyrischen Morden spüt
Woa no nie so a richtiges Hordenviech
Sitz in meiner Villa, lass die Bitches nackt servieren
Lad die Homies zu mir ein, spielen randalieren
Akustische Ohrgasmen, virtuelle Bässe
Tackernde Hihats, typisch Freezy Feste

Es vageht ka Tog, wo i ned Musik moch
Oda irgendwie sowos wie an Hit moch
Bleib meiner Sö treu, bleib weidahin i
A Woidviatla, oiso 3 Leid gegen di
Es vageht ka Tog, wo i ned Musik moch
Oda irgendwie sowos wie an Hit moch
Bleib meiner Sö treu, bleib weidahin i
A Woidviatla, oiso 3 Leid gegen di

I bin stur, hob mein eigenen Wün im Schädl
In meim Studio riachts ständig nochn Marünknedl
Warum, na wöri des dompf
Brauch a Kriagl, wö i trink a Seidl im Gonzn
I loss eam wogeln, bau, bau is der schee ghupft
Greif amoi aufe, und schrei Geschupft
Deine Reime bringan nix, zaplotzn: Luftballon
Mein Reime in dem Biz, heilig: Schutzpatron
I schiaß da in dei Fressn, nicer Wurf wie a Neigeborenes
Dei Wurf, wie womma Eigentore schiaßt
Du manst du bist fia des Saufn z'oid
Doch du bist der Typ, der ma des Saufn zoiht
Aufgrund vo meinem Ausschaun kriagn de Ladies
An Schlofzimmablick, und wön scho wieda Babies
Alimente? Regelt d'AKM
Unvaföschterweise, wia a Sakrament

Es vageht ka Tog, wo i ned Musik moch
Oda irgendwie sowos wie an Hit moch
Bleib meiner Sö treu, bleib weidahin i
A Woidviatla, oiso 3 Leid gegen di
Es vageht ka Tog, wo i ned Musik moch
Oda irgendwie sowos wie an Hit moch
Bleib meiner Sö treu, bleib weidahin i
A Woidviatla, oiso 3 Leid gegen di

Es vageht ka Tog, wo i ned Musik moch
Oda irgendwie sowos wie an Hit moch
Bleib meiner Sö treu, bleib weidahin i
A Woidviatla, oiso 3 Leid gegen di
Es vageht ka Tog, wo i ned Musik moch
Oda irgendwie sowos wie an Hit moch
Bleib meiner Sö treu, bleib weidahin i
A Woidviatla, oiso 3 Leid gegen di

A Forest Bumpkin

There's not a day that goes by where I don't make music
Or somehow manage to create a hit
I stay true to my soul, I remain myself
A forest bumpkin, so basically 3 people against you
There's not a day that goes by where I don't make music
Or somehow manage to create a hit
I stay true to my soul, I remain myself
A forest bumpkin, so basically 3 people against you

This ain't no gangster track on fresh trap
I'm fat and real, fakes die now
I wanted to write a part on here
With this beat, I can hardly say no
I've been doing this for quite a while now
I'm always amazed at what I can do again
Represent my country with brains & understanding
And just always give it my all like in a triathlon
For parents, a suitable son-in-law
No gangster, but a unique guy
I'm a lone fighter who plays with lyrical murders
Never been a real herd animal
Sitting in my villa, having the bitches served naked
Inviting the homies over, we play and riot
Acoustic eargasms, virtual basses
Tacking hi-hats, typical Freezy parties

There's not a day that goes by where I don't make music
Or somehow manage to create a hit
I stay true to my soul, I remain myself
A forest bumpkin, so basically 3 people against you
There's not a day that goes by where I don't make music
Or somehow manage to create a hit
I stay true to my soul, I remain myself
A forest bumpkin, so basically 3 people against you

I'm stubborn, have my own desires in my head
My studio constantly smells like apricot dumplings
Why, well, because it's stuffy
I need a mug, because I drink a whole pint in one go
I let him wobble, bam, bam, he jumped nicely
Grab it once, and shout "Jumped!"
Your rhymes don't do anything, they burst: balloon
My rhymes in the biz, holy: patron saint
I'll shoot you in the face, a nice throw like a newborn
Your throw, like when you score own goals
You think you're too old for drinking
But you're the guy who pays for my drinks
Because of my looks, the ladies get
A bedroom look, and already want babies again
Child support? The AKM will take care of it
Unerringly, like a sacrament

There's not a day that goes by where I don't make music
Or somehow manage to create a hit
I stay true to my soul, I remain myself
A forest bumpkin, so basically 3 people against you
There's not a day that goes by where I don't make music
Or somehow manage to create a hit
I stay true to my soul, I remain myself
A forest bumpkin, so basically 3 people against you

There's not a day that goes by where I don't make music
Or somehow manage to create a hit
I stay true to my soul, I remain myself
A forest bumpkin, so basically 3 people against you
There's not a day that goes by where I don't make music
Or somehow manage to create a hit
I stay true to my soul, I remain myself
A forest bumpkin, so basically 3 people against you