Paroles et traduction Kreso Bengalka - John 3:16

John 3:16

Zauvik zauvik
Radim ono šta znam
Radim to šta me hrani
Vrtim bez stanke okrićem prah
Svi su dani mi radni
Radim taj posal šta pokriće grad
Priča se opet da vrtim
A vrtit nisam nikad ni sta
Prava stvar se radi zada
Jeretova žila grada
Više šprica nego dom zdravlja
Škalja valja igla para
Samo u kost ništa stanka
Vani je usko bitan je klinč
Probajem robu šta u grad će stić
Život je borba dan mi je meč
Pizevi teku ne prestaju teč
Jedino smire me pare kad kapnu
I noći kad oči ne prestaju peč
Dok drugi motaju jutarnju baklju
Dnevnu sam dozu ubrizga već
Neka mi njuške na crtu stanu
I bilokoga poslat ću leć

SIJU SE ZAJEBI PLESKE SE ŽANJU
LIKOVI PADNU DA PADNU
U SVAKOM KVARTU PRIČA JE ISTA
CESTE SU UŽE I MANJE JE MISTA
PARE SE PUŠE ROBICA ŠIBA
CIMENT SE STRUŽE MESO SE KIDA
NOKAT SE RIBA GRIZE SE ZUB
KO TE ŠTA PITA ŽIVOT JE GRUB

Ljudi kvare se zbog para
Nova droga luđake spaja
Znaš me znam te priča stara
Dilim mičem množim zbrajam
Trljam rintam sićem rižem
Ruke prljam al do lakta
Brlje cvića boba priše
Gurnem više nego dvaest zgrada
Po kućama radim na cesti me nema
Posal je posta mi previše prost
Ne perem suđe dostave peglam
Staforda šetam treniram boks
Svaki je potez posta mi berba
Maskirna torba adidas šorc
Konstantan oprez nema da nemam
Ulicom prođem nedam ni njok
Po robu dođem priča je kratka
Ja sam di zrak je visokog tlaka
Spušta me prašina diže me lift
Bilim se pudram crnčim za sir

SIJU SE ZAJEBI PLESKE SE ŽANJU
LIKOVI PADNU DA PADNU
U SVAKOM KVARTU PRIČA JE ISTA
CESTE SU UŽE I MANJE JE MISTA
PARE SE PUŠE ROBICA ŠIBA
CIMENT SE STRUŽE MESO SE KIDA
NOKAT SE RIBA GRIZE SE ZUB
KO TE ŠTA PITA ŽIVOT JE GRUB

John 3:16

Yo girl, Bending corners
Doing what I know
Doing what feeds me
Spinning wheels, kicking up dust
Every day's a workday
Grinding, covering the city
Word on the street is I'm spinning
But I ain't never spun nothing
Real work's getting done now
City's veins full of Jeret
More needles than a clinic
Scales counting, money moving
Only thing constant is the hustle
Out here's tight, gotta keep it close
Testing product, bringing it to the streets
Life's a struggle, every day's a fight
Bills piling up, cash keeps flowing
Only money calms me down
And nights when I can't close my eyes
While others roll up for the morning
I've already shot my daily dose
Let them stare me down, I'll fly
Send anyone packing

SOWING SEEDS OF MAYHEM, REAPING CHAOS
SOULS FALLEN, FADING AWAY
IN EVERY HOOD, THE SAME STORY'S TOLD
STREETS NARROW, SPACE IS SOLD
MONEY BURNS, DRUGS RAVAGE
CONCRETE GRINDS, FLESH IS TORN
NAILS ARE FILED, TEETH ARE GNAWED
WHO CARES, LIFE'S RAW

Souls corrupted by greed
New drug connecting the mad
You know me, I know you, the old game
I deal, move, multiply, add
I grind, rinse, bag, distribute
My hands are dirty, to my elbows
Bubbles, pills, powder, gear
I push more than twenty buildings
I work in the house, not on the streets
My hustle's too easy
I don't wash dishes, iron clothes
I walk my Staffy, train for boxing
Every move is a harvest
Camouflage bag, Adidas shorts
Constant caution, gotta stay sharp
I walk the streets, invisible
I come for my stuff, the talk's short
I'm where the air's thick
Dust brings me down, the elevator lifts me up
I deal in powder, I turn it to gold

SOWING SEEDS OF MAYHEM, REAPING CHAOS
SOULS FALLEN, FADING AWAY
IN EVERY HOOD, THE SAME STORY'S TOLD
STREETS NARROW, SPACE IS SOLD
MONEY BURNS, DRUGS RAVAGE
CONCRETE GRINDS, FLESH IS TORN
NAILS ARE FILED, TEETH ARE GNAWED
WHO CARES, LIFE'S RAW