Paroles et traduction Radikal Chef - Chefova Sezona

Chefova Sezona

Radikal je chef a to už dobre vieš babe
Nová sezóna, nový flow, nový space jam
Extrém, extrém, obyčajný chlapec z Ružomberka láme stage
Yeah, bledy face, napol upír ako Blade
Preto som večne mladý jak Pilate
Vidím rap, stage, chceli by ma dead
Freeride 2 sa stane zas až o rok trend

Chefova sezóna, babe potrebujem lásku a nie slová
Navarím ti ako Pohlreich, so mnou nie je nuda keď ty ležíš holá
Chefova sezóna, ignorovať moje meno chyba bola
Navarím ti ako Pohlreich, šéfkuchár je jeden, no rapperov tona

Nemusíš sa za mňa modliť ani boha prosiť
V pekle to už poznám, detstvo, rozvod, škola
Purpurové rieky tečú v mojich slohách
Ako Obelix padol som do čarovnej vody
Yeah, yeah, yeah tá istá story
Keby sa mi chcelo ako sa mi nechce robiť
Radšej meniť flowy ako boty
Osviežim scénu jak po cige Orbit
Babe, díky že si pri mne
Keby nie si, do Škandinávie ihneď zmiznem
Babe, ľudia sú čudní pri mne
Oni ma nenavidia, potom milujú jak Kinder
Oni ma nenavidia, potom milujú jak Kinder
Oni ma nenavidia, potom milujú jak Kinder

Chefova sezóna, babe potrebujem lásku a nie slová
Navarím ti ako Pohlreich, so mnou nie je nuda keď ty ležíš holá
Chefova sezóna, ignorovať moje meno chyba bola
Navarím ti ako Pohlreich, šéfkuchár je jeden, no rapperov tona

Chef, chef, šéfkuchár je jeden, šéfkuchár je jeden, no raperov tona
Chef, chef, šéfkuchár je jeden, šéfkuchár je jeden, no raperov tona

Chef's Season

Yo, I'm the chef and you know it, baby
New season, new flow, new space jam
Extreme, extreme, ordinary boy from Ružomberok breaks stage
Yeah, pale face, half vampire like Blade
That's why I'm eternally young like Pilate
I see rap, stage, they want me dead
Freeride 2 will become a trend again in a year

Chef's season, baby I need love not words
I'll cook you up like Pohlreich, it's never boring with me when you're naked
Chef's season, ignoring my name was a mistake
I'll cook you up like Pohlreich, there's only one head chef, but a ton of rappers

You don't have to pray for me or ask God
I know hell already, childhood, divorce, school
Purple rivers flow in my verses
Like Obelix, I fell into magic water
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the same old story
If I felt like doing stuff as much as I don't
I'd rather change flows than shoes
I'll freshen up the scene like Orbit after a smoke
Baby, thanks for being with me
If you weren't, I'd disappear to Scandinavia right away
Baby, people are weird around me
They hate me, then love me like Kinder
They hate me, then love me like Kinder
They hate me, then love me like Kinder

Chef's season, baby I need love not words
I'll cook you up like Pohlreich, it's never boring with me when you're naked
Chef's season, ignoring my name was a mistake
I'll cook you up like Pohlreich, there's only one head chef, but a ton of rappers

Chef, chef, there's only one head chef, there's only one head chef, but a ton of rappers
Chef, chef, there's only one head chef, there's only one head chef, but a ton of rappers