Paroles et traduction Kiša Metaka - Konan

Konan

Past ce kisa metaka
Svi ce poginut od kise metaka
Lica nam obasjava rotacija u ogledalu
Vozimo blitvu na zadnjem sidalu, tresem baklju u
Pepeljaru
Otvaram pivu zubima, steka marlbora u vratima
Papi batina izlazi kroz siber i mase automatima
Misec je zarko crven u ovim sitnim satima
Zna se ko puni bolnicku sobu s aparatima
U koznjacima sidimo za poker aparatima
Dobit ces batina, drzimo sve od livna do blatina
Blitvu trpamo u prese, prenosimo kese
Udaramo bese, izbacujemo hitove, ne izbacujemo
Pjesme
Trosimo tone dima pa ne pijemo normabele
Nase favele smrde na prpu, nasa prpa smrdi na
Gradele
Lipimo balune, drzimo igru u dresu Brazila
Brojac novca broji milijune, boksamo sanduke
Trotila
Nosimo pogled pedofila, preuredjujemo lokale
Uvik na tri promila
Mi ne lomimo case, mi lomimo bokale
Zasucemo rukave, vazemo kila, ne vazemo grame,
Mi ne pravimo probleme, mi pravimo drame
Nas pogled ubija kroz ocale, nosimo kozne
Sandale
Ovo je opsadno stanje, di panduri tuku pedale
Kad mi lipimo penkale, likovi se kupaju u krvi
Ovo je sranje tako tvrdo da ga ne mozes smrvit
2012-e cila Hrvatska je krek kuca
Okruzen kuckama, osmijeh Franje Tuđmana
Lozin doku s njuskama, mi ne ubijamo puskom
Nego puskama
Bokarimo njemacke aute, lipimo nokaute glavama
Nakon ove stvari ovdi nikom nema spavanja
Dolazimo u boku, kupujemo drogu na doku
Mi smo likovi
Sta s ledja te izbodu kacavidom, vadimo oruzje u
Spotu,
Ovo je najtvrdji rep u tvome zivotu
Na uzici drzimo pitove, kalasima saramo zidove
Po dupetu pleskamo milfove, mi smo likovi sta
Imaju tikove

Konan

The past is like a bullet that has left the gun
Everyone will die from a bullet that is fired
Our faces are illuminated by the rotation in the mirror
We drive a razor on the last anchor, shake a torch in
Ashtray
I open beer with my teeth, with marlboro in my mouth
Daddy's stick comes out through the hands and masses of the machines
The moon is dark red in these late hours
You know who fills the hospital room with machines
We sit in leather jackets for poker machines
You will get a beating, we hold everything from Livno to Blatina
We put into the press, we carry bags
We strike words, we throw out hits, we don't throw out
Songs
We spread tons of smoke but we don't drink normally
Our favelas smell like rags, our rags smell like
Cinderblocks
We glue balloons, we hold the game in Brazil jersey
The money counter counts millions, we box crates
TNT
We wear the look of pedophiles, we remodel buildings
Always drunk
We don't break windows, we break glasses
We roll up our sleeves, we tie kilos, we don't tie grams,
We don't make problems, we make dramas
Our look killer through glasses, we wear leather
Sandals
This is a state of siege, where the pandours hit the pedals
When we glue gun, characters bathe in blood
This shit is so hard you can't crush it
2012-year old Croatia is a crack house
Surrounded by houses, the smile of Franjo Tudjman
Hunting rags with news, we don't kill with a rifle
But with rifles
We fiddle with German cars, we stick knockouts to heads
After this thing here, no one can sleep
We come alongside, we buy drugs on the dock
We are characters
With a screwdriver stabbing you in the back, we pull out weapons in
Spot,
This is the hardest rap in your life
We hold the dogs on a leash, with kalasnikov we shoot walls
We spank milfs on the butt, we are characters what
Have tics