Paroles et traduction Gleb - Streetstory

Streetstory

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Za streetstory s Glebom
Keď došiel nácek do parku
Dostal po hlave skateom.
Moji starí fellas stále fúkajú
Viac jak vietor
Mohol som ostať s nimi vonku
No mám v ruke jackpot.
Odpálim to, baseball.
Minulosť zahodím cez plot.
Musím to hrať jak Lebron
A páliť po nich jak Vietcong.
Pod pódiom teplo, vreskot
Headshot, peklo
Udávam tempo do setov
špinavá hudba je ghetto
Tvrdá ako beton.

Včera v noci ma preplo
A nechcem vidieť fotoreport.
Špinavé tracky jako staničné depo.
Bŕŕ. Nosím nové dávky deťom
ZOO shit, ZOO shit, nikto nejde detox.
A stretneme sa pred večierkou áái
V ruke vodka, Spriite
čumí na nás policajt
žereme studený pizza slice.
Jazdím po ulici jak bike
Na sluchátkach UK grime.
Londýnski MC's za zamračený vibe.

Ideme streetstory, streetstory
Gin, tonic, speed, drogy, chceme byť chorý.
Streetstory, streetstory
Beat horí, rým, slohy to je to čo robím.

Streetstory, streetstory
Gin, tonic, speed, drogy, chceme byť chorý.
Streetstory, streetstory
Beat horí, rým, slohy to je to čo robím.

Na stole bongo, na vozenie s bandou
Na zadnom žiadne Lambo.
Jazdíme vanbox, nadomnou satan a pán boh.
Pošlem fotku ako žerem mango
Letím na Srí Lanku, zobudím susedu Magdu
Pustím punk-rock.

A som divoký, Jango.
Mám hangover, Bangkok.
Bankovky, na stôl lebo mám na ne nárok.
Vlasy, cez tvár, outfit ako bezďák
Kto má viac love jak ten kár?
Keď nemáš nič to je facepalm.

Hustle hard jak Ace Hood
Predávam to cez Facebook
Predávam to z rúk do rúk
Vitaj na stanici ZOO.
Boli sme vonku v špine
V zime, no dnes ideme dnu.
V noci hore, ráno naše tváre vyblednú.

Príbeh ulice, ale ne divadlo.
V hlave iba zlo
Dávno som vychladol jak mizantrop.
A spitujem to ako Harry Shot
A oni chcú chodiť v mojich botách
Vyradím každého idiota
Moja crew to je 9. rota.

Streetstory, streetstory
Gin, tonic, speed, drogy, chceme byť chorý.
Streetstory, streetstory
Beat horí, rým, slohy to je to čo robím.

Streetstory, streetstory
Gin, tonic, speed, drogy, chceme byť chorý.
Streetstory, streetstory
Beat horí, rým, slohy to je to čo robím.

A moje nové EP je ZLOO
Smejem sa na tebe jak kok.
Nehovor nič, buď ticho ako Bob.
Nechytíte Gleba, bez debát
šak to sa nedá, šlapem ako pedál
Heavymetal, na majku idem Metal Shot.

A pálim na nich, ako guny
Na jeden nádych, maník
Podzemný flow jak Baník
Zažívajú zánik, zarábam money
Vy ste lamy, v ruke kalich
Stále slavím, každý môj track ti kazí plány.
MC's sú mrtví, čierne vrany!

Streetstory

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For the street story with Gleb
When the Nazi came to the park
He got hit in the head with a skateboard.
My old fellas are still blowing
More than the wind
I could have stayed with them outside
But I have a jackpot in my hand.
I'll hit it, baseball.
I'll throw the past over the fence.
I have to play it like Lebron
And shoot at them like the Vietcong.
Under the stage, heat, roar
Headshot, hell
I set the pace for the sets
Dirty music is ghetto
Hard as concrete.

Last night I got flipped
And I don't want to see a photo report.
Dirty tracks like a station depot.
Brrr. I'm carrying new doses for the kids
ZOO shit, ZOO shit, no one is going detox.
And we'll meet before the party áái
Vodka, Spriite in hand
A cop is staring at us
We're eating cold pizza slices.
I'm riding down the street like a bike
With UK grime on my headphones.
London MCs for a cloudy vibe.

We're going street story, street story
Gin, tonic, speed, drugs, we want to be sick.
Streetstory, streetstory
Beat is on fire, rhyme, verses, that's what I do.

Streetstory, streetstory
Gin, tonic, speed, drugs, we want to be sick.
Streetstory, streetstory
Beat is on fire, rhyme, verses, that's what I do.

Bongo on the table, riding with the gang
No Lambo in the back.
We're riding a vanbox, Satan and God above me.
I'll send a photo of me eating mango
I'm flying to Sri Lanka, I'll wake up my neighbor Magda
I'll play punk-rock.

And I'm wild, Jango.
I have a hangover, Bangkok.
Banknotes, on the table because I'm entitled to them.
Hair, over my face, outfit like a homeless person
Who has more love than that card?
When you have nothing, that's a facepalm.

Hustle hard like Ace Hood
I'm selling it through Facebook
I'm selling it hand to hand
Welcome to ZOO station.
We were out in the dirt
In winter, but today we're going inside.
Up at night, our faces fade in the morning.

Story of the street, but not the theatre.
Only evil in my head
I've been cold for a long time like a misanthrope.
And I spit it out like Harry Shot
And they want to walk in my shoes
I'll take out every idiot
My crew is the 9th rota.

Streetstory, streetstory
Gin, tonic, speed, drugs, we want to be sick.
Streetstory, streetstory
Beat is on fire, rhyme, verses, that's what I do.

Streetstory, streetstory
Gin, tonic, speed, drugs, we want to be sick.
Streetstory, streetstory
Beat is on fire, rhyme, verses, that's what I do.

And my new EP is ZLOO
I'm laughing at you like a jerk.
Don't say anything, be quiet like Bob.
You won't catch Gleb, no debate
Because it's impossible, I'm stepping on the pedal
Heavy metal, on the mic I'm going Metal Shot.

And I'm firing at them, like guns
In one breath, man
Underground flow like Baník
They are experiencing demise, I'm making money
You are lame, with a goblet in your hand
I'm still celebrating, every track of mine ruins your plans.
MCs are dead, black ravens!