Paroles et traduction Pil C feat. Supa & ConspiracyFlat - November (feat. Supa & Conspiracy Flat)

November (feat. Supa & Conspiracy Flat)

Ja, ja... sledujem jak sa okolo toho tvorí hype,
Nechaj ma písať, Bitch Don′t Kill My Vibe,
Nepičuj na CBG, ty nemáš šajn,
Môj rap začína žiariť, on je, on je shine,
Moje riadky žiaria, uránové bars,
Moji ľudia pália, tie brká ako marcipán.

A ja furt nechápem, čo kurva vadí vám,
Za tie názory vás spálim jako Vatikán,
V mojej duši lieta tisíc čiernych vrán (čiernych vrán),
Prichádza zima, kričí kráľ (kričí kráľ)
A Boh na mňa zoslal tisíc rán (tisíc rán),
Viete hovno, jaká baba? Jaký vzťah?
Pocity ukrývam hlboko, vnútri mňa
A každý deň zažívame množstvo tých drám,
A preto zvykneme s belochmi dať ten biely prach,
Aaah, I Don't Give A Fuck.

Ja nenávidím ľudí, ja vás nemám rád
A každý geňo súdi, nebuď puritán,
A vždy ťa prezradí tá mimika,
A nepičuj, lebo ťa vypne ruka Filipa,
CBG flausí ako syndikát,
žijeme naplno, pokým nepríde tvrdý pád.

A už mi dávno nie je osemnásť,
A už nespávaš v mojich perinách.
A komu teraz patria tvoje pery, haa?
Skončil sa celibát (celibát)
A každá jedna z nich iné tie pery má
A každá jedna z nich je netrpezlivá.

Z výstrihov šlapiek,
Zločinov z vášne a faciek sú ušité noci,
Ty si môj anjel, cítim tvoj parfém je na mne,
Slúžim tej vôni, pustí ma všade.
Ale vypni tých fejkových raperov,
Pusti tam Sade, tá skupina kradne,
Sú nad tým, tupý? bublina praskne,
A zaschne jak akné u štrnásky v kúpeľni na skle,
Vráťme sa naspäť,
Cítim ich letieť, cítim ich v lebke,
Všetko je čierne a mesto je prázdne,
Ale všetko, čo treba, máš v sebe,
Tá scéna sa točí dokola jak tombola,
Vyhral som ťa ako tender (bbabe).
Nájdi vo mne divé zviera,
Dievča chcem ťa, idem až za vriaci bod,
Chcem vidieť bielka,
Viem ťa vyzliecť z tela
A make-up tečie po tvári, som klaun,
Počkaj, dodám ti svoj vajp,
Leťme ako tisíc vrán, kým som high.
Na hádky príliš spotení,
Sme stvorení žiť v posteli,
Skrotení na minimálne malé milimomenty,
Mám mokré sny,
A ty si v nich klúčová postava,
Dostaneš Oscara, skromné sny,
že si sa ohákla do naha,
Lebo ma ceníš jak Mozarta (vždy).

Comebackgang!

November (feat. Supa & Conspiracy Flat)

Yeah, yeah... I'm watching the hype build around it,
Let me write, Bitch Don′t Kill My Vibe,
Don't talk shit about CBG, you have no clue,
My rap starts to shine, it is, it is shine,
My lines are shining, uranium bars,
My people are burning, those joints like marzipan.

And I still don't understand, what the fuck is bothering you,
I'll burn you for those opinions like the Vatican,
A thousand black crows fly in my soul (black crows),
Winter is coming, the king is screaming (the king is screaming)
And God sent a thousand blows on me (a thousand blows),
You know shit, what girl? What relationship?
I hide my feelings deep inside me
And every day we experience a lot of those dramas,
And that's why we usually do that white powder with white people,
Aaah, I Don't Give A Fuck.

I hate people, I don't like you
And every fool judges, don't be a puritan,
And that facial expression will always give you away,
And don't talk shit, or Filip's hand will knock you out,
CBG is rolling like a syndicate,
we live life to the fullest until the hard fall comes.

And I'm long past eighteen,
And you're not sleeping in my sheets anymore.
And whose lips do your lips belong to now, huh?
Celibacy is over (celibacy)
And each one of them has different lips
And each one of them is impatient.

From the necklines of whores,
Crimes of passion and slaps are sewn nights,
You are my angel, I feel your perfume is on me,
I serve that scent, it lets me go everywhere.
But turn off those fake rappers,
Play Sade, that group is stealing,
They are above that, stupid? the bubble will burst,
And dry up like a fourteen-year-old's acne on the bathroom glass,
Let's go back,
I feel them flying, I feel them in my skull,
Everything is black and the city is empty,
But everything you need is within you,
The scene keeps spinning like a raffle,
I won you like a tender (babe).
Find the wild beast in me,
Girl I want you, I'm going all the way to the boiling point,
I want to see whites,
I can undress you from your body
And make-up runs down your face, I'm a clown,
Wait, I'll give you my vape,
Let's fly like a thousand crows while I'm high.
Too sweaty for arguments,
We are meant to live in bed,
Tamed to at least small milimoments,
I have wet dreams,
And you are the key character in them,
You will get an Oscar, humble dreams,
that you dressed up naked,
Because you value me like Mozart (always).

Comebackgang!