Paroles et traduction Killakikitt feat. Slaine & N.B.S. - Lehettem Volna

Lehettem Volna

Lehettem volna naplopó, szereken kattogó.
De nem veszem el tőled, ez a te szereped faszszopó!
Lehettünk volna sportolók, kegyetlen boxolók.
Hosszutávfutók, meg lepattant budikba koxolók!
Lehettem volna behajtó, akitől beszartok.
A pénzem nálatok lenne, amit tudnám hogy megadtok!
Lehettünk volna orvosok, laborban dolgozók.
A halálos vírusunkat terjesztenék a hordozók!

Volt, hogy beszakadt a talaj alattam, ezért nem haladtam,
A pokolban nagy sikert arattam, de én még maradtam!
Hogy kikerüljek a szarból, áldozatokat hoztam,
Megálltam a lábamon, mert az álmok azok hajtottak!
én még hiszek az érzelmeket kifejező szakavakban,
Sok meg kussol, mert a szájukon szigetelőszalag van.
A rap feltölt erővel, azt soha nem hagyom abba!
Szarok a kiadókra! mind rohadt egy rablóbanda!
Lehettem volna szolga, senki a mókuskerékben,
Inkább adj mikrofont nekem, pénzt meg a koldus kezébe!
árnyékországban élek, az otthonom homoksivatag,
Még bírom, de néha úgy üvöltök - a torok kiszakad!
Azt hittem megfizettem már a bűneimért.
Nem is értik sokan mért van kedvem kűzdeni még.
Soha nem állok le, pofán köpném magamat ha feladnám,
Ezrek fognak követni, ha a szavamat majd meg hallják!

én az a fajta vagytok akinek ha baja van, akkor nem tartja magában,
Ha te meg hagyod, hogy elnyomjanak, kurva nagy madár vagy!
Nem jelent már senkinek semmit az őszinteség,
Pedig mind testvérek vagyunk, a vérünk az ősi pecsét!
Használd az öszöneid az előző életedből,
Ismerd meg a világot, de ne letöltött tételekből!
Annó tiszteltek minket, úgy mint egy harcos népet.
Ti meg hogy megint csatlósok leszünk, csak attól féltek!
Ez a XIII. kerület - Baljós Péntek!
A szöveg kaszabol, beléd baszom a sarlót, véged!
Vadállat vagyok az ütemen, ti nem bírtok velem,
ülést tartunk, eldöntjük a szöveg milyen gyilkos legyen!
én lehettem volna egy elbaszott semmirekellő gyökér,
és arról pofáznék az élet mennyire nem ösztökél.
De nem hiába lettem teljesen az ellenkezője,
Sok köcsög nem tett semmit a raphez, csak elvett belőle!

I could've been killed, i could've been in jail,
I could've been a dead beat, i should've been a fail.
I could've been a drug dealer, could've been trail,
Could've been fake. nah, fuck it! a nigga real!
Could've abandon both my kids, when their mothers had em,
Should've told 'em to abort them i was only smashin'
Now i'm sitting in the court room over fuckin' rapping.
Paying child support is crazy, and the judge is taxing.
And niggaz laughing. this is my life, son,
The way i'm out here chasing paper, it like my wife,
I would die for her, lie for her, punch niggaz in eyes for her,
Lay anyone of chump down and ride for her!
I could've been the person my mans is,
But i put in work were my fans is,
Get money and raise kids!
I could've been the opposite, could've been a lot of shit,
But making this music was the obvious!

I Could Have Been

I could have been a slacker, a drug clacker.
But I'm not taking it from you, it's your role, cocksucker!
We could have been athletes, cruel boxers.
Long-distance runners and bums!
I could've been a debt collector who scared the shit out of you.
My money would be with you, which I know you'd give me!
We could have been doctors, lab workers.
Our deadly virus would be spread by the carriers!

There were times when the ground broke under me, so I didn't make any progress,
I was a great success in hell, but I stayed!
To get out of this shit, I made sacrifices,
I stood on my feet because the dreams they drove me!
I still believe in emotional expressions,
A lot of them shut up because they have duct tape in their mouths.
Rap fills me with power, I'll never stop!
I don't give a shit about publishers! they're all fucking robberies!
I could have been a slave, no one in the squirrel wheel,
Give me a microphone, give money to the beggar!
I live in a shadow country, my home is a sand desert,
I can still stand it, but sometimes I scream so - the throat is tearing out!
I thought I'd paid for my sins.
Many people don't understand why I still want to fight.
I'll never stop, I'd spit in my face if I gave up,
Thousands will follow when they hear my word!

I'm the kind of guy who doesn't keep it to himself when he has a problem,
And if you let them oppress you, you're a fucking bird!
Honesty no longer means anything to anyone,
But we are all brothers, our blood is the ancient seal!
Use your talents from your past life,
Get to know the world, but not from downloaded items!
We were once respected as a warrior nation.
You're afraid we're gonna be henchmen again!
This is the XIII century. district-ominous Friday!
I'll fuck you with the sickle, you're dead!
I'm a beast on the beat, you can't stand me,
we'll have a meeting, decide what kind of killer the text should be!
I could have been a fucked-up good-for-nothing twat,
and I'd be talking about how life doesn't push me.
But it was not for nothing that I became completely the opposite,
A lot of fuckers didn't do anything to rap, they just took it!

I could've been killed, I could've been in jail,
I could've been a dead beat, i should've been a fail.
I could've been a drug dealer, could've been trail,
Could've been fake. nah, fuck it! a nigga real!
Could've abandon both my kids, when their mothers had em,
Should've told 'em to abort them i was only smashin'
Now i'm sitting in the court room over fuckin' rapping.
Paying child support is crazy, and the judge is taxing.
And niggaz laughing. this is my life, son,
The way i'm out here chasing paper, it like my wife,
I would die for her, lie for her, punch niggaz in eyes for her,
Lay anyone of chump down and ride for her!
I could've been the person my mans is,
But i put in work were my fans is,
Get money and raise kids!
I could've been the opposite, could've been a lot of shit,
But making this music was the obvious!