Paroles et traduction Rasta feat. Seksi & Banfica - Geto Sport

Geto Sport

Svi vojnici su na broju
I stalno zvoni im telefon
I dalje čekaju svi svoju
Priliku da odu preko
I dok sede tu na krovu
Zajedno gledaju u nebo
Svakog dana jure lovu
Jer to je geto sport, bebo

(Woo, woo, woo) Interventna
Ispred njih zaustavljena siva vektra
Na haubi tri kile je u tri paketa
Jedna bereta, jedan novi magnum 357 (Beng, beng)
Il' je tvoje, ili si svedok (Woah)
Il' čuvaš svoje, il' si se predô (Woah)
Svi bi da broje krvavi evro
Mnogi su iste te pištolje stavljali na čelo
A na opelu, svi na bеlom, kurve ko da su u separeu
Na odеlu, tragovi krvi su na odelu
Prvi na redu su oni što bili su u delu
(Bomboclaat) Narkomani su u redu
Ortaci prodaju sranje brže nego Nutelu
Svi samo jure to zvanje ko da su u kartelu
Svi negde žure najdalje, svi su tu na mardelju
A gule se đonovi sve dok ne postanu donovi (Woo)
Žive u Sodomi, Gomori, pazi šta govoriš (Psst)
Fokus na lovi, u glavi su kola i stanovi (Yeah)
Svi jure te snove, Bogdan Bogdanović (Woo, woo, woo)

Svi vojnici su na broju
I stalno zvoni im telefon
I dalje čekaju svi svoju
Priliku da odu preko
I dok sede tu na krovu
Zajedno gledaju u nebo
Svakog dana jure lovu (Dark Side)
Jer to je geto sport, bebo

Dobro došli gde žandari praše
Praznimo državne, punimo naše kase
Balkan Straße, ovnom lome ti vrata, skačeš s terase
A klinac brže poraste gde su jeftine praćke
A gde su ulice duge i mračne, cevi su kraće
Da mogu da stanu u gaće
Jer sve je to do novčanica
I zato na uglu su braća u markama
Satima stajala, kajmak sa strane odvajala
Moncler i sportwear, nismo sa kajlama
Tu smo u džepu s pazarima
A čuvamo svoje i zato braća unutra su isto u parama
Neko ćuti za kilo, neko druka za paket
Zna se onaj što ih je zvao, gleda s terase kako te hapse
Brojimo pare dok reperi seru o lovi, a plate im kasne
Jer ne volim UK i nikada neću,
Samo od ovog najjače kaplje, čisto da znate

Rasta, CC i Ficaban je, grizem vers ko fucking piranje
Kalkulatori, gens, valjanje, matematika - više znanje
Kad te napadamo sa maljem, starim precima sad te šaljem
Oče naš koji znaš detalje, ne šalji nas u tamne ralje
Sanjam više, a imam manje, gotova je noć, vani dan je
Jedino kaj vidim je granje, ali, stari, to nama san je
Tu kod kvarata pukla granata, preko kvarata, meci, ratata
Sjela plata-ta, časti brata-ta, cezar salata, cezar kasara
Bacam kesu na orfanele, drito stižemo iz favele
Primary je gun, nož je melee, rafal uzija brz ko Pele (Raa)
Ra, ra, ra, ra, ta, ta, ra, ra, ra, ra (Woo)

Svi vojnici su na broju
I stalno zvoni im telefon
I dalje čekaju svi svoju
Priliku da odu preko (Woo)
I dok sede tu na krovu
Zajedno gledaju u nebo
Svakog dana jure lovu

Ghetto Sport

All the soldiers are in place
And their phones are constantly ringing
They're still all waiting for their
Chance to go abroad
And while they're sitting there on the roof
Together they look at the sky
Every day they chase the money, baby
'Cause that's the ghetto sport, baby

(Woo, woo, woo) SWAT team
A gray Vectra stopped in front of them
Three kilos on the hood in three packages
One Beretta, one new Magnum 357 (Bang, bang)
Either it's yours, or you're a witness (Woah)
Either you're protecting yours, or you've surrendered (Woah)
Everyone wants to count the bloody euro
Many have put those same pistols to their heads
And at the funeral, everyone in white, whores like they're in a private booth
On the suit, traces of blood are on the suit
First in line are those who were in the action
(Bomboclaat) Addicts are in line
Homies selling shit faster than Nutella
Everyone's chasing that title like they're in a cartel
Everyone's rushing somewhere far away, everyone's here hustling
And the soles are peeling off until they become donors (Woo)
Living in Sodom, Gomorrah, watch what you say (Psst)
Focus on the money, cars and apartments are in their heads (Yeah)
Everyone's chasing those dreams, Bogdan Bogdanović (Woo, woo, woo)

All the soldiers are in place
And their phones are constantly ringing
They're still all waiting for their
Chance to go abroad
And while they're sitting there on the roof
Together they look at the sky
Every day they chase the money (Dark Side)
'Cause that's the ghetto sport, baby

Welcome to where the gendarmes are busting
Emptying the state's, filling our pockets
Balkan Straße, they break your door with a ram, you jump from the terrace
And a kid grows up faster where slingshots are cheap
And where the streets are long and dark, the barrels are shorter
So they can fit in their pants
'Cause it's all about the banknotes
And that's why the brothers are on the corner in German cars
Standing for hours, skimming the cream
Moncler and sportswear, we're not with the lame ones
We're here in the pocket with the goods
And we protect our own, and that's why the brothers inside are also flush with cash
Someone's quiet for a kilo, someone snitches for a package
You know the one who called them, watching from the terrace as they arrest you
We count money while rappers talk shit about money, and their paychecks are late
'Cause I don't like the UK and I never will,
Only the purest drips from this, just so you know

Rasta, CC and Ficaban is here, I bite the verse like a fucking piranha
Calculators, genes, rolling, mathematics - higher knowledge
When we attack you with a hammer, I'm sending you to the old ancestors now
Our Father, who knows the details, don't send us into the dark jaws
I dream more, but I have less, the night is over, it's daytime outside
The only thing I see is branches, but, man, that's a dream for us
There, near the neighborhood, a grenade exploded, over the neighborhood, bullets, rat-a-tat
Paycheck landed, treat your brother, Caesar salad, Caesar barracks
Throwing cash at the orphans, coming straight from the favela
Primary is the gun, knife is melee, Uzi burst fast as Pele (Raa)
Ra, ra, ra, ra, ta, ta, ra, ra, ra, ra (Woo)

All the soldiers are in place
And their phones are constantly ringing
They're still all waiting for their
Chance to go abroad (Woo)
And while they're sitting there on the roof
Together they look at the sky
Every day they chase the money