Paroles et traduction SpecialBeatz feat. Pil C - 39.

39.

Peniaze boli sú aj budú nonstop
Kúpil som byt a ďalej rozmýšľam
Či Benz alebo Rolls-Royce
Včera som bol na Bali
A dneska letím Hong-Kong
No keď som bol malý
Nebol som s mamou ani s otcom

Pri mori
Väčšinu roka otec pracoval v zahraničí
Nech rodina neživorí
A né že by sme boli chudobní
Sme nemali mnohí čo mali
A mali to čo oni nemali
A pól noc strieda ďalšia pól noc
A vstávať do roboty o siedmej ma nebaví
Tak isto ako dívať sa z vonku
Na výklady
A výplata len znižuje debet
Život stále bez peňazí
Cha

Je to len tovar
A keď ma naserú
Vybudujem z ničoho impérium jak Escobar
Hovorili chlapče spomaľ
Osem rokov v robote mi pripomína každé euro každý dolár
Ktorý zarobím
(Ktorý zarobím)

Naše životy sú movies
Pamätám keď sme nemali si čo dať do huby
A teraz ideme to bad and boujee
Žereme Mango v tej jacuzzi
Okolo pása mame tie medúzy

A oni zvykli biť ma pod perinou
Nechcem Moët ani Crystal
Pijem Don Pérignon
Na aute červený chróm
Žereme v Londýne sushi
Na 39. poschodí mou
V sambe
Jebem na ten outlet
Fashion store Versace
Toľko zlata, že sa cítim ako Azték
Limitované fľaše
No keď sme boli malí pred Tescom sme pili Sandberg
žebráci majú pokrčenú tvár jak sharpei.
Apple Watch na ruke
Zachvíľu je pol siedmej
MCM, peňaženka, opasok aj backpack
10 litrov kokot som pustil na tom Bape-e
Preveď mi cash hneď (bež preč)
V Košiciach ma ohovára riaditeľka banky
Zdravím pani ová
Aké je to s dcérou rovnakého fajčiť? Ha?
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39.

Money was, is, and will be nonstop
I bought an apartment and am still thinking
Whether a Benz or a Rolls-Royce
Yesterday I was in Bali
And today I am flying to Hong-Kong
But when I was little
I was not with my mother or father

At the sea
Most of the year, my father worked abroad
So that the family would not starve
And not that we were poor
We did not have many things that others had
And they had what we did not have
And one half night replaces another half night
And getting up to work at seven pisses me off
As does looking from the outside
At display windows
And the salary only reduces the debt
Life still without money
Ugh

It's just goods
And when they piss me off
I will build an empire out of nothing like Escobar
They said boy slow down
Eight years in a job reminds me of every euro, every dollar
That I earn
(That I earn)

Our lives are movies
I remember when we had nothing to eat
And now we go so bad and boujee
We eat Mango in that jacuzzi
We have those jellyfish around our waists

And they used to beat me under the blanket
I don't want Moët or Crystal
I drink Don Pérignon
On the car, red chrome
We eat sushi in London
On the 39th floor, girl
In the samba
I don't give a damn about that outlet
Fashion store Versace
So much gold, I feel like an Aztec
Limited edition bottles
But when we were little, we drank Sandberg in front of Tesco
Beggars have a face as crumpled as a shar-pei
Apple Watch on my wrist
It's almost half past six
MCM, wallet, belt and backpack
I spent 10 liters of money on that Bape
Transfer me cash now (get lost)
In Košice, the bank manager slanders me
Greetings, Mrs. Ová
What is it like to smoke the same thing as your daughter? Huh?
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