Za Ulicu, Ortake Rmx - Thc traduction en anglais

Za Ulicu, Ortake Rmx

Nazovi kako hoces ja sam ovde odrastao, ratovi i evolucije ja video sam sve to
Kada Srbija je cela bila geto.

Nasao sam svetlo, zajebao sranje.
Kad se prisetim bilo je dobro, ali opasno odrastanje, zivotna skola, znanje za dalje.

Mnogo prica iz kraja, mnogo ilegale koja sve nas spaja.
A bio sam mnogo mali da bi znao sta mi
Fali.

Mi smo se igrali po kraju, oko nas su ljudi svuda pucali i krali.Ako dobro igras
U igru te uvedu, ako ne stariji te posalju po vodu.

Ko nije clan ekipe obavezno pati, u
Krevetu s besom nocima mislim sve cu da im vratim.

I tako u krug jace celicne madjije, uspe samo onaj ko se prvi snadje, ko se u problemu nadje morace da bezi.

Od svih tih akcija ja pocnem da se jezim.
Pomislim da zivot mi ponekad lici na neki
Krimi film, zato pazi sto pre.

Slusaj melodiju koja ti dopire do bubne opne, osecaj zapravo je nasa specijalnost.JEDAN ZIVOT, JEDAN KRAJ I REALNOST!

Dignite ruke sve do neba, za ulicu, ortake jer tako treba! Davno je to bilo kad se nije pilo, kad se nije silo, kad je svaki tren bio vecan, kad
Smo bili deca.Policija snima iz keca, bilo je ta sranja samo sad su mi veca.Nosio sam
Pusku plasticnu, imo maldost dramaticnu, a opet fantasticnu.Punu sopstvene srece, sad
Je to reci, jer kapirm, svi ti sitni problemi koji uticu na mene, na tebe.Kao pas koji
Grebe da izadje napolje.Bez volje mi nista nece biti bolje.Nije sve skupa kola, skupe
Drolje, satro zlato.Ja sa ulice poticem, polako se pomicem.Svaki popuseni (???) ideju
Dticem, a ovu pesmu pisem za ortake koji su sa mnom u kraju odrasli, svi su
Opasni.Nisu p. su oni sto su sse vutri odali.Nije bitno sta smo ostali, THC
BILI I OSTALI! Budi, ostani to sto jesi jer kad budes ponudjen, a to radi
Svako, postaces pobudjen jer ti nece biti lako.Onda pogledas oko sebe, sjeban
Ortak, pukli ortak, mrtav ortak.Jeste da zivot nije lak, al je Sunca zalazak crn kao da
Je mrak.Zato izbegavaj rupe, za ulicu, ortake napisali smo smupe.Ruke gore dignite svi
Da se pozdravi ulica, i pozdrave ortaci!

Dignite ruke sve do neba, za ulicu, ortake jer tako trba!

For the Streets, Homies Rmx

Call it what you want, I grew up here, wars and evolutions, I've seen it all
When all of Serbia was a ghetto.

I found the light, messed up the shit.
When I remember it was good, but a dangerous upbringing, a life school, knowledge for the future.

Many stories from the hood, a lot of illegal stuff that connects us all.
And I was too young to know what I
Was missing.

We were playing around the neighborhood, people were shooting and stealing all around us. If you play well,
They bring you into the game, if not, the older ones send you for water.

Who is not a member of the crew, definitely suffers, in
Bed with rage, I think at night, I'll get them all back.

And so in a circle, stronger steel magic, only the one who figures it out first succeeds, whoever finds himself in trouble will have to run away.

From all those actions I start to shiver.
I think that my life sometimes resembles some kind of
Crime movie, so be careful as soon as possible.

Listen to the melody that reaches your eardrums, feeling is actually our specialty. ONE LIFE, ONE END AND REALITY!

Raise your hands all the way to the sky, for the streets, homies because it's necessary! It was a long time ago when people didn't drink, when they didn't force, when every moment was eternal, when
We were kids. The police are filming from the one, there was that shit, only now it's bigger for me. I carried
A plastic gun, had a dramatic youth, yet fantastic. Full of own happiness, now
It is to say, because I understand, all those small problems that affect me, you. Like a dog that
Scratching to get out. Without will, nothing will be better for me. It's not all expensive cars, expensive
Whores, like gold. I come from the streets, I move slowly. Every smoked (???) idea
I steal, and I write this song for the homies who grew up with me in the hood, they're all
Dangerous. They are not p. they are the ones who have given themselves to the wind. It doesn't matter what we are left, THC
WERE AND REMAINED! Be, stay what you are because when you are offered, and that does
Everyone, you will become excited because it will not be easy for you. Then you look around, fucked up
Homie, broken homie, dead homie. It is true that life is not easy, but the sunset is black as if
It's dark. So avoid holes, for the street, homies we wrote smurfs. Raise your hands
Let the street be greeted, and let the homies be greeted!

Raise your hands all the way to the sky, for the streets, homies because it's necessary!