Paroles et traduction Paulie Garand feat. Separ - Prdele V Plamenech

Prdele V Plamenech

Všude prdele v plamenech, běžim, kam
Nevim kde to jsem, letim nevim kudy ven
Skleněný peklo, Bruce Willis
Hajzlové běhaj s mega loučema uprostřed mý vily.

Sorry, ale musim dissit krysy, který dusit umim
Pluju nad zemí jak Ronin, nejsem němej jako Chaplin
Hlavu mám v plamenech a slyšim kvičet skřety
A vidim skety co mě chtěj omlátit jako skate
Křivý bludy, bitý soudy, skřeky, hate
Nevidět mě v pekle, ani v nebi
Ale nabodlýho na kůlu jak vrahy
Jsme ostře sledovaný vlaky, nevim kolikrát
Budu muset dát sloku jak bůh, abys to začal cenit
Dál cejtim pod ksichtem ten zenit, nevim kde jsi
Kam jsi vylít, že se na tom hřišti cejtíš jako Messi
Jsme za hranicí hrotu, připravte si pasy
Hrbí se jak Quasi - modo, odpalte basy
š, ši, ši, šíříš kecy o tom, kdo je homo
Co seš omezenej nebo jenom děláš promo
Lobotomii jenom pomo - hlo by ti bejt asi chvíli mimo
Poznat život na živo, synu hoří ti anus, skončilo kino.

Prdele v plamenech, běžim, kam
Nevim kde to jsem, letim nevim kudy ven
Skleněný peklo, Bruce Willis
Kde vzali klíče od mý vily, zmrdi.

Nevidim, nepočujem nič, iba citím ten smrad
Z toho jak mi horí riť a letim jak raketa
čo rozjebe ti byt, lebo si samozvany kritik
čo nemá hudobný cit
Nechápem z čeho sú všetci tak múdrý
Chceš ma kritizovať, čo ti jebe, umri
Tvoje pubertálne komentáre natlačit do kundy
Letim nad krajinou, nechaj ma užívať si bubny
Kolotoč, koncerty, hotely a pumpy
Musím sa kúkat na najebané žumpy
Celý ten príbeh je skurvene smútny
Jej čávo písal na mňa na nete hovna
Teraz mi vyliezuje riť, neznašám tie buzny
Daj si odstup od nás, ten postup poznaš
Už to nezachráníš tým, že mi chceš kupovať rundy
Zmizni do piče, odpočítavám ti sekúndy.

Pisáci kritizujou rap o rapu, hroty proti srsti
Přitom z nich nikdo nestrčil do hry ani dva prsty
Myslej, že držej grál, ale vězněj vodu v hrsti
Jsou mokrý jako kundy, dej jim rundu
Sedím v klidu, El Bundo
Raz, dva, tři, sousedi nakoukávaj přes zdi
Jsou to zmrdi, píšou soudy na desky co nevyslechli
řvu jak Eric Cartman, všichni zdrhaj ven
Jakoby pod domem byli furt indiánský hroby
Strážim svý hobby, bejby pojď blíž
Nech odejít to hejno krys, snášim se k zemi kam patřim
Klanim se vzorům, jsem na svym
Killuju to v baretu jako v commandos, mám misi, vizi
Stále si nehraju na krále, v krizi haters maj na mále
Prej fake, jsem šmejd, prostě to co voni chtěj
Největší loser a gay
Prej na rapový koncerty už choděj jenom kids
A víš co se říká o tobě? vůbec nic.

Prdele v plamenech, nohy na ramenech
Plápolá ti kak jak táborák
Všude jsou prdele v plamenech
Tak je nech plát ať náruživí zmrdi hoří
škrt, ten pohled je boží
Prdele v plamenech
Prdele v plamenech
Prdele v plamenech
Prdele v plamenech

Asses on Fire

Asses on fire everywhere, I'm running, where to
I don't know where I am, flying I don't know where out
Glass hell, Bruce Willis
Bastards running with mega torches in the middle of my villa.

Sorry, but I have to diss rats, which I can suffocate
I float above the ground like a Ronin, I'm not mute like Chaplin
My head is on fire and I hear goblins squeal
And I see skaters who want to beat me like a skate
Crooked delusions, rigged courts, screams, hate
Not to see me in hell, nor in heaven
But impaled on a stake like murderers
We are closely watched trains, I don't know how many times
I'll have to give a verse like God, so you start to appreciate it
I still feel the zenith under my face, I don't know where you are
Where you poured out that you feel like Messi on that pitch
We are beyond the tip, prepare your passports
Hunchback like Quasi-modo, fire up the bass
Sh, shi, shi, you spread gossip about who is homo
What are you, limited or just doing promo
Lobotomy would only help you - you should probably be out of your mind for a while
Get to know life live, son, your anus is burning, the cinema is over.

Asses on fire, I'm running, where to
I don't know where I am, flying I don't know where out
Glass hell, Bruce Willis
Where did they get the keys to my villa, you bastards.

I don't see, I don't hear anything, I just feel the stench
From how my ass is burning and I'm flying like a rocket
that will fuck up your apartment, because you're a self-proclaimed critic
who has no musical sense
I don't understand what everyone is so wise from
You want to criticize me, what the fuck, die
Shove your pubertal comments up your cunt
I'm flying over the landscape, let me enjoy the drums
Carousel, concerts, hotels and pumps
I have to look at drunk cesspools
The whole story is fucking sad
Her dude was writing shit about me on the net
Now he's licking my ass, I hate those fags
Get away from us, you know the procedure
You won't save it by trying to buy me rounds
Get the fuck out of here, I'm counting down the seconds for you.

Writers criticize rap about rap, points against the grain
Yet none of them have put even two fingers in the game
Think they hold the grail, but they trap water in their fist
They are wet as cunts, give them a round
I sit calmly, El Bundo
One, two, three, neighbors peek over the walls
They are assholes, they write reviews on records they haven't listened to
I yell like Eric Cartman, everyone runs out
As if there were always Indian graves under the house
I guard my hobby, baby come closer
Let that flock of rats go, I descend to the ground where I belong
I bow to my role models, I'm on my own
I kill it in a beret like in commandos, I have a mission, a vision
I still don't play king, haters are in trouble in crisis
They say fake, I'm a scumbag, just what they want
The biggest loser and gay
They say only kids go to rap concerts now
And you know what they say about you? Nothing at all.

Asses on fire, legs on shoulders
Your poop is flickering like a campfire
Asses are on fire everywhere
So let them burn, let the passionate bastards burn
Scratch, that view is divine
Asses on fire
Asses on fire
Asses on fire
Asses on fire