Paroles et traduction Kontra feat. Treca Smjena Crew - Kako Je Kod Tebe (feat. Treca Smjena Crew)

Kako Je Kod Tebe (feat. Treca Smjena Crew)

Prazne flaše po podu ćikova puna pepeljara.
Tako ispustimo bijes često smo na rubu nerava.
Zrelost prerana, kod mene odrasta se brzo.
Mentalitet prevara samo bahato i drsko.
Trampa za vutru, život za raju i mahalu.
Hasl all day uzmi papka u tramvaju.
Jebi mu mater lajavu, rajvoSa, Sparta, 300.
Pusti priču da je to spoj zapad istok.
Gradska djeca, papci, seljaci, seljačine.
Knjige. štikle, smartphone i utoke i palice.
Išarani zidovi FE, STF, djeca trče kroz prolaza da ih gazda ne stigne.
Nema tog lika kojeg grad nije usis'o.
Nema tog lika kojeg grad nije sustig'o.
Nema tog lika koji je u tom gradu uspio.
Kako je kod mene brate totalno ludilo.
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Vjerovatno k'o i kod mene, brate.
Milion stvari je na umu k'o da slušam kapitalca.
Ako pas ima svoj dan skinite mi lance.
Neću gledati sa distance sve te face iz Oriflame-a.
Nacrtali osmijeh ali duše nigdje nema.
Eto nam dijaspore sad furaju se Titovom.
Maternji jezik pričaju ni Bog ih ne bi titlovo.
Nasmijani, veseli troše pare na godišnjem.
Otišli iz rata a mi još tražimo sklonište.
Djeca ne znaju za Sidrana ni za Mak-a Dizdara.
Bosno moja divna, mila, lijepa, gizdava.
Al znaju za stihove neke tamo pjevačice.
A kod tebe su još uvijek moje gaćice.
Tuđim životima se bavimo, niko od nas nije doktor.
Hiljadu tračeva o sebi ovdje dobiješ na poklon.
Ko je oteo i pokr'o, čija majka vunu prede.
Imam dovoljno problema za te prosto mi se ...aaa.
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Vjerovatno k'o i kod mene, brate.
Svaka mahala je mala, Zlaja zna šta ima.
Pola cigara pola trava pa je sreća oblak dima.
Kad je veća gotovina veće brige s drotovima.
Crne vreće s glock-ovima pa se tako traži izlaz.
Iz mene bije rima generacije da podignem.
Svaki dan se jedno rodi ali jedno pogine.
Umjesto sisa bolje da napušu mozgove.
Cure bez morala buše ko vazdušne đonove.
Majmune, klaune, viđam ih i kada i nije cirkus.
Moj grad vrti u krug nezaustavljiv ciklus.
Još jedan život urezan u ciglu.
Oni što te ubiju će da ti spomenik dignu.
Imaš nešto para staviš sve na kvotu jedan.
Pa bude nešto para zapališ u bloku jedan.
Moj kraj gledam puno za životom kasni.
Zlaja naleti po nekad evo ja častim.
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Vjerovatno k'o i kod mene, brate.

How Are Things With You (feat. Treca Smjena Crew)

Empty bottles on the floor, the ashtray's overflowing.
This is how we release our rage, often on the edge of our nerves.
Premature maturity, I grew up fast.
A mentality of deceit, only arrogance and audacity.
Hustle for the fire, life for the crew and the hood.
Hustle all day, pickpocket on the tram.
Fuck his barking mother, rajvoSa, Sparta, 300.
Let go of the story that it's a mix of East and West.
City kids, suckers, peasants, rednecks.
Books, heels, smartphones, guns and batons.
Graffitied walls, FE, STF, kids running through passages so the boss doesn't catch them.
There's no one this city hasn't sucked in.
There's no one this city hasn't caught up with.
There's no one who has succeeded in this city.
How are things with me, brother? Total madness.
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
Probably like with me, brother.
A million things on my mind, like listening to Kapitalac.
If a dog has his day, take off my chains.
I won't watch from a distance all those faces from Oriflame.
They've drawn a smile, but their souls are nowhere to be found.
Here's our diaspora, now they're riding on Tito's street.
They speak their mother tongue, even God wouldn't subtitle them.
Smiling, cheerful, spending money on vacation.
They left the war, and we're still looking for shelter.
Kids don't know about Sidran or Mak Dizdar.
My Bosnia, beautiful, dear, pretty, elegant.
But they know the lyrics of some singer over there.
And you still have my panties.
We meddle in other people's lives, none of us are doctors.
Here you get a thousand gossips about yourself as a gift.
Who stole and robbed, whose mother spins wool.
I have enough problems, I just don't care about those... aaa.
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
Probably like with me, brother.
Every hood is small, Zlaja knows what's up.
Half a cigarette, half weed, and happiness is a cloud of smoke.
When there's more cash, there are bigger worries with the cops.
Black bags with Glocks, that's how we look for a way out.
Rhyme beats out of me, generations to uplift.
Every day one is born, but one dies.
Instead of breasts, better to blow their brains out.
Girls with no morals pierce like air soles.
Monkeys, clowns, I see them even when it's not a circus.
My city spins in a circle, an unstoppable cycle.
Another life etched into the brick.
Those who kill you will build you a monument.
You have some money, you put it all on odds one.
Then there's some money, you light it up in block one.
I see my neighborhood, it's late for life.
Zlaja comes by sometimes, here, I'm treating.
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
Probably like with me, brother.