Paroles et traduction Frenkie feat. DJ Soul - Chuck Noris Rap (feat. Dj Soul)

Chuck Noris Rap (feat. Dj Soul)

Jel' mogu biti iskren s tobom drug
Ja i ne idem toliko cesto u klub
Guzva, buka, za to postajem star
I neugodno mi je kada DJ pusti moju stvar
Tebi je to interesantno i fino,
Ali ja od Hulka ne idem vise ni u kino
Producenti mi vise potrebni nisu,
Javim se Edi cim sam novi tekst napisao
Ne treba mi sponzor za odjecu i stvari
Ja se oblacim u svojoj radnji
Imamo niske cijene, fin izbor,
Trzni centar, lijevi prvi izlog
Jebo Dirty South i Autotune
Ja vracam rapcugu na listu, drug
Dosao sam jebati cijeli Show-Biz
Jedini koji je jaci od mene je Chuck fucking Norris
Morate shvatit, ja sam hip-hop klasik,
Frenkie i Mati, ovo bolan nije

Ploca koju slusas, pa je bacis il' je negdje skrijes

Znam druze, svaka pjesma je ista
Svaka je bomba i svaka blista
Hvali smo, cudne smo naravi,
Ali vjeruj mi, najbolji smo Allaha mi
Zovi nas, doci cemo Emir, ja i _____
Da vidis razliku izmedju nas i ostatka,
I kako je kada nastupaju tri prvaka
Klinci se nafuraju, misle da su glavni
Napadaju ruku koja ih hrani
Sjebo si karijeru, kao u crnoj rubrici
Slijedeci ____ nastupaju, al' u publici
Hoce suradnju, da snjima beat dijelim ja,
Ali oni jos nisu Frenkijeva kategorija
Jebem vas i cijeli taj show-biz
S kim bih snimao je Chuck fucking Norris
Morate znati, ja sam hip-hop klasik,
Frenkie i Mati, ovo bolan nije

Ploca koju slusas, pa je bacis il' je negdje skrijes

Oprosti usminkani reperu,
Sa tim stvarim licis jetseteru
Bjezi mi sa ociju, idi se kvarcaj pederu
Jos malo sminke i jebao bih te, seceru
Ti si kao nesto, ti si kao urban
Kada stanes pored mene drhtis kao kurban
Tvoji teksto si kao deja vu
Vec smo culi to sranje, drug
Tvoj DJ ne zna mixat uz ritam
Od tvog DJ-a bolje mixa moj Winamp
Alo, ovo je Frenkie, slino
Aka El Punchino
Cetvrti album, joj jes' ti krivo
Ubioh bi se da sam na tvom mjestu bio
Edo ovaj beat je prejak za showbiz
Na ovo ti ne bi snimao cak ni Chuck fucking Norris
Morate znati, ja sam hip-hop klasik,
Frenkie i Mati, ovo bolan nije
Ploca koju slusas, pa je bacis il' je negdje skrijes

Chuck Norris Rap (feat. DJ Soul)

Can I be honest with you, girl?
I don't go to clubs that often anymore
The crowds, the noise, I'm getting too old for that
And it's awkward when the DJ plays my track
You might find it interesting and cool,
But I don't even go to the movies to see Hulk anymore
I don't need producers anymore,
I just hit up Edo as soon as I write a new verse
I don't need sponsors for clothes and stuff
I dress myself at my own store
We have low prices, a nice selection,
Shopping center, first window on the left
Screw Dirty South and Autotune
I'm bringing rap back to the streets, girl
I came to dominate the whole Show-Biz
The only one stronger than me is Chuck freaking Norris
You gotta understand, I'm a hip-hop classic,
Frenkie and Mati, this ain't no joke

This ain't the kind of record you listen to and then throw away or hide somewhere

I know, girl, every song is the same
Every one is a bomb and every one shines
We're arrogant, we have strange personalities,
But trust me, we're the best, I swear to God
Call us, Emir, me and _____ will come
So you can see the difference between us and the rest,
And what it's like when three champions perform
Kids get cocky, they think they're the main attraction
They bite the hand that feeds them
You screwed up your career, like in the obituary section
The next _____ will perform, but in the audience
They want a collaboration, for me to share a beat with them,
But they're not in Frenkie's league yet
Screw you and the whole showbiz
The only one I'd record with is Chuck freaking Norris
You gotta know, I'm a hip-hop classic,
Frenkie and Mati, this ain't no joke

This ain't the kind of record you listen to and then throw away or hide somewhere

Excuse me, you made-up rapper,
With that stuff you look like a jetsetter
Get out of my sight, go get a tan, you queer
A little more makeup and I'd bang you, honey
You act like you're something, like you're urban
When you stand next to me you tremble like a sacrifice
Your lyrics are like deja vu
We've heard that crap before, girl
Your DJ doesn't know how to mix to the rhythm
My Winamp mixes better than your DJ
Hello, this is Frenkie, you drool
Aka El Punchino
Fourth album, oh you're so mad
I'd kill myself if I were in your shoes
Edo, this beat is too strong for showbiz
Even Chuck freaking Norris wouldn't record on this
You gotta know, I'm a hip-hop classic,
Frenkie and Mati, this ain't no joke
This ain't the kind of record you listen to and then throw away or hide somewhere