Paroles et traduction Karpe - Krølla 50-lapp Y'all

Krølla 50-lapp Y'all

Chirag: Kul′n mens jeg tar og pusher et par tusen skiver til
Ey, Chirag dekker kartet, bartebyen over, nedentil
Hei, hey, baby, fuck Magdi, jeg er din frontfigur
Det er derfor låra dine minner om King Kong i bur (rister...)
Hun sa det var så godt, men at det varte kort
Og når du er rapper er jævla hardt å prate bort
ærlig, jeg har gjort det bra, hva er det som koker a?
Min burger, du er sylteagurken som vi plukker av
Så blame sukseen min på barna dine og Babylon
Du kan'ke nekte for at Chirag Patel har en Tshawe-glow
Undergrunn er unnskyldningen for å ha falt av
Skyld på deg sjæl som dagen du strøk i valgfag
Dette er låta om no′ grusomt vi har funni opp, men det er det grusomme som vi elsker å unne oss

Cash rules everything around me, gryn,
Gi meg spenna: krølla 50-lapp ya'll

Chirag: Plopp sa det, da dråpa traff glasset
Jeg spytter dop, baba, så gå for annenplassen
Du er fra en annen plass, hæ?
Du har'ke en anelse, check it, det er Chirag i fra "stranda", du er i sandkasse
Realest shit I ever wrote, lille bitch, hva vet du om flow?
Kom og se når vi har show: yaw yo... yo
Få en botoxbrud, flus, ordne oss hus, paya Warlock-dues
Betalt prisen for å være brisen på meg sjæl
Så lease bilen, jeg er hos Mercedes og går berserk
Bruker livet på å gnåle om rasisme
Men livet mitt er "Tone Damli Aaberget-fint", man
Dette er låta om no′ grusomt vi har funni opp, men det er det grusomme som vi elsker å unne oss

Cash rules everything around me, gryn,
Gi meg spenna: krølla 50-lapp ya′ll

Krølla 50-lapp Y′all

Chirag: Cool man while I'm pushing a couple thousand more records
Ey, Chirag covers the map, the mustache city over, under
Hey, hey, baby, fuck Magdi, I'm your frontman
That's why your thighs remind me of King Kong in a cage (rattling...)
She said it was so good, but that it was short-lived
And when you're a rapper it's damn hard to talk away
Honestly, I did well, what's boiling up?
My burger, you're the pickle that we pick off
So blame my success on your children and Babylon
You can't deny that Chirag Patel has a Tshawe glow
Underground is the excuse for having fallen off
Blame yourself as the day you flunked elective
This is the song about something terrible we've come up with, but it's the terrible that we love to treat ourselves to

Cash rules everything around me, money,
Give me the cash: crumpled $50 bill ya'll

Chirag: Pop it said, when the drop hit the glass
I spit dope, baby, so go for second place
You're from another place, huh?
You don't have a clue, check it out, it's Chirag from the "beach", you're in a sandbox
Realest shit I ever wrote, little bitch, what do you know about flow?
Come and see when we have a show: yaw yo... yo
Get a Botox bride, flush, fix us a house, pay Warlock-dues
Paid the price for being pissed at myself
So lease the car, I'm at Mercedes and going berserk
Spending my life nagging about racism
But my life is "Tone Damli Aaberget-fine", man
This is the song about something terrible we've come up with, but it's the terrible that we love to treat ourselves to

Cash rules everything around me, money,
Give me the cash: crumpled $50 bill ya'll