Paroles et traduction Rytmus feat. Miky Mora - Co

Co

Slabí reperi pýtajú sa, že čo?!,
Keď dávam toto divné flow,
Do hudby od Hajtkoviča,
Bo na parkete vrtí sa už každá pi*a.

Slabí reperi pýtajú sa, že čo?!,
Keď dávam toto divné flow,
Do hudby od Hajtkoviča,
Bo na parkete vrtí sa už každá pi*a.

Pi*ky sa nepýtajú, že čo?!,
Keď dáva Hajtko a Miky Mo,
Káždá už vie, že to je to,
čo na párty jej chýbalo,
Všetky zadky v klube hýbu sa na tento hit,
Ko*oti bez fantázie povedia, že to je párty shit,
No moja odpoveď na to je plný klub pí*,
Na to záruka je Miky Mo a Hajtkovič.
Dneska hráme svoju show,
Zavreme pi*e degešov,
S frajerkami egrešov,
Bavíme sa muzikou.
Pijeme drinky, ku*vy nás obletujú v boxe,
Nechcú konvalinky, idú po sláve a kokse,
Chceli by byť v klipe, že vraj ukážu aj riť,
Potreba byť diplomat, aby sa nezačali biť.
Slabí reperi pýtajú sa, že čo?!,
Keď dávam toto divné flow,
Do hudby od Hajtkoviča,
Bo na parkete vrtí sa už každá pi*a.

Slabí reperi pýtajú sa, že čo?!,
Keď dávam toto divné flow,
Do hudby od Hajtkoviča,
Bo na parkete vrtí sa už každá pi*a.

Hýbu sa telá, na parkete vznikla mela,
Hajtko je kapela a Miky akapela,
Nejedná pi*a by sa rada o mňa trela,
Ja jej na to ty veľa by si chela.
Všetky ruky sú hore,
Každý v nóbl úbore,
Káre chlapcov v pozore,
Bo strašné lubne na obzore.
My žijeme hudbou, hudbou sa bavíme,
Robíme strašné veci, vždy inak ich spravíme,
A to svojich ľudí nikdy my nenudíme,
Po víkendoch v kluboch život budíme.
Reči, že táto skladba je zlá,
Sú pre mňa len blá blá blá.
Dnes vám tu Miky Mo a Hajtko hrá,
Párty nekončí, ale začína.

Slabí reperi pýtajú sa, že čo?!,
Keď dávam toto divné flow,
Do hudby od Hajtkoviča,
Bo na parkete vrtí sa už každá pi*a.
Slabi raperi pytaju sa ze co
Ked davam toto divne flo
Do hudby od hajtkovica
Bo na parkete vrti sa uz kazda pi*a
Mŕtvi reperi sa pýtajú, že čo?!,
Keď dávam toto drblé flow,
Do hudby od Hajtkoviča,
Bo na parkete je každá smradlavá pi*a.

Enten tiky dva špendlíky,
Vyletel čert z elektriky,
Baba sa ho zlakla, na kolená klakla
Otrčila bulu, oprdzela mu hubu.
Blažo je napi*u reper,
Nosí zapravený sveter,
Lízal môjmu otcovi osraný anál,
Teraz ci smrdzí chrapa jak kanál,
Inteligentom som oščal tváre,
Vaše mamy šlapú za doláre,
Robím pasáka na diskotéke,
Vaše mamy evidujem v mojej kartotéke.
Prokopčáková mama včera skapala (ku*va),
Lebo sa s vlastným synom je*ala (pi*a),
Zomrela na aids a rakovinu,
Ty gádžo, poviem ti to na rovinu,
Všetci závidia môj štýl,
Môj rap je úplne real,
Zarábam viac, jako študovaný otec,
Na jeho malý ko*ot som pripal šlopec,
Má medzi nohami detskú porciu,
Spláca celý život svoju zavretú Daciu.
Tento text som robil na kolene,
Preto nám to dobre je*e.

What

Weak rappers ask, "What?!"
When I drop this strange flow,
To Hajtkovich's music,
Cause every bitch on the dance floor is already shaking it.

Weak rappers ask, "What?!"
When I drop this strange flow,
To Hajtkovich's music,
Cause every bitch on the dance floor is already shaking it.

Bitches don't ask, "What?!"
When Hajtko and Miky Mo drop it,
Every girl already knows it's what,
she was missing at the party,
All the asses in the club are moving to this hit,
Idiots without imagination will say it's party shit,
But my answer to that is a club full of bitches,
Miky Mo and Hajtkovich are the guarantee for that.
Today we're playing our show,
We'll lock up bitches with cash,
With girlfriends with gooseberries,
We're having fun with music.
We drink drinks, whores flock around us in the box,
They don't want lilies of the valley, they're after fame and coke,
They want to be in the video, they say they'll even show their ass,
You need to be a diplomat so they don't start fighting.
Weak rappers ask, "What?!"
When I drop this strange flow,
To Hajtkovich's music,
Cause every bitch on the dance floor is already shaking it.

Weak rappers ask, "What?!"
When I drop this strange flow,
To Hajtkovich's music,
Cause every bitch on the dance floor is already shaking it.

Bodies are moving, a brawl has broken out on the dance floor,
Hajtko is the band and Miky is a cappella,
More than one bitch would like to rub against me,
I tell her, "You wish, girl."
All hands are up,
Everyone in fancy attire,
Guys' cars on alert,
Cause there are some hotties on the horizon.
We live by music, we have fun with music,
We do crazy things, we always do them differently,
And we never bore our people,
We bring life to clubs on weekends.
Talk that this song is bad,
Is just blah blah blah to me.
Today Miky Mo and Hajtko are playing for you here,
The party doesn't end, it just begins.

Weak rappers ask, "What?!"
When I drop this strange flow,
To Hajtkovich's music,
Cause every bitch on the dance floor is already shaking it.
Weak rappers ask, "What?!"
When I drop this strange flow,
To Hajtkovich's music,
Cause every bitch on the dance floor is already shaking it.
Dead rappers ask, "What?!"
When I drop this stupid flow,
To Hajtkovich's music,
Cause every stinky bitch is on the dance floor.

Eeny meeny miny moe,
The devil flew out of the electricity,
The girl got scared, she knelt down
She stuck out her ass and farted in his face.
Blažo is a drunk rapper,
He wears a tucked-in sweater,
He licked my father's shitty asshole,
Now his throat stinks like a sewer,
I pissed on the faces of intellectuals,
Your moms are working for dollars,
I'm a pimp at the disco,
I have your moms registered in my card file.
Prokopčáková's mom died yesterday (bitch),
Because she fucked her own son (whore),
She died of AIDS and cancer,
You gypsy, I'll tell you straight up,
Everyone envies my style,
My rap is completely real,
I earn more than my educated father,
I put a slipper on his little dick,
He has a child's portion between his legs,
He's been paying off his locked-up Dacia all his life.
I made this text on my knee,
That's why it fucks us so well.