Paroles et traduction Vladis - Kalašnikov

Kalašnikov

Kalašnikov, Vladeezy
Čávo čo si na chleba zarábal jak barman
Vydáva nový album, čierny ako havran.
Chcel si ma dissovať, no pre mňa je to sranda.
Ja som Aristok a ty si iba pojebaný farmár.
Volaj ma Illuminati,
Ten, čo špinavú pravdu do očí dá ti.
Nazývam to ako karma zdarma,
Aj keď viem, že to nepochopí ten bandrák, aj tak.
Flow luxusný mám ako Maybach.
Tvoj flow je mŕtvy a ja hovorím mu bye-bye.
Tí, čo to chápu, s tými môžem si dať high-five.
Najcennejší v mojom živote je my life.
Môj rap, moja hudba, texty highlight,
Technika muay thai na súboj zvaný rap fight.
Prečo by sa mala páčiť práve tebe, háá?
Keď tvoje cédé úplne rovnako celé hrá.
Jebem na tie Vaše otrepané pravidlá,
Veď Vaša éra už pred dvomi rokmi dávno zanikla.
Aj keď kuprezáčik zradil ma,
O to viacej pravda baví ma.
Čo si myslia ma nezaujímááá.
Aj tak nikdy nemali radi máá.
No vydržal som ako Stalingrad
A nemusel byť s Vami brat
A to je veľmi známy fakt.
Hej!
Horím jak vyjebaný benzín.
Láska patrí iba verným
A ja som voľný ako handsfree.
Oni sú uväznení väzni,
Zacyklení ako myši,
V labyrinte bez východiska, ktorý je v piči.
Volaj ma Vladeezy.
Ja mám v piči Vaše dissy,
Je to easy.
Som iný ako Louver v Paríži,
Jak Lil Wayne Weezy.
Môj flow sa volá Kalašnikov,
39 milimetrov na tých odpadlíkov. Hou!
Sleduj zajebal som tempo,
Retro nikdy nestihne to dobehnúť, ja viem to.
Sem poď,
Ukážem ti jak sa bere jackpot.
Bankroll!
Neblafujem, ale hrám to cez flop.
Kontroverzný Marilyn Manson.
Prečo to nevypneš, keď mi kritizuješ ten song?
La vida loca,
Každý jeden deň do roka.
Príbeh ako sa stane milionár ubohý stokár.
Celý život iba poloprázdny pohár,
Ale nikdy v živote sa nesklonil ku cudzým nohám.
Mierim na teba, strieľam pau-pau,
Keď píšem temne ako Dan Brown.
Dvojitý zásah ako Van Damme,
Srdce ti bubnuje jak Tam-Tam.
A nejsom obmedzený nikým,
Hovorím presne ako cítim.
Vo svojom obore som workoholik,
Ja mám chuť nonstop tvoriť,
Plány a ciele spojiť.
Horím jak vyjebaný benzín.
Láska patrí iba verným
A ja som voľný ako handsfree.
Oni sú uväznení väzni,
Zacyklení ako myši,
V labyrinte bez východiska, ktorý je v piči.
Volaj ma Vladeezy.
Ja mám v piči Vaše dissy,
Je to easy.
Som iný ako Louver v Paríži,
Jak Lil Wayne Weezy.
Horím jak vyjebaný benzín.
Láska patrí iba verným
A ja som voľný ako handsfree.
Oni sú uväznení väzni,
Zacyklení ako myši,
V labyrinte bez východiska, ktorý je v piči.
Volaj ma Vladeezy.
Ja mám v piči Vaše dissy,
Je to easy.
Som iný ako Louver v Paríži,
Jak Lil Wayne Weezy.
Dokázal som to aj bez nich,
Nechcem podporu od tých, čo fúkajú ten perník.
Daj mi hudbu, papier, pero, zabijem ti ten beat.
Obsadím to ako v štyridsiatom piatom Rusi Berlín.
Ukážem ti flowy, nový štýl.
Pravdu, ktorú ti hovorím, boli real.
Nemám žiadny novinový ani iný deal,
Iba ten rap, ktorý má svojský sex-appeal.
Útočím jak Napoleon Bonaparte,
To je ten čávo, ktorý napíšte ti parte.
To je ten čávo, ktorému nerobíš garde,
Lebo on fajčí cigáru, ty máš motiku a hrable.
Neviem jak to mám povedať, že nech to pochopíš.
Hovoríš o zmene no všetko rovnako robíš.
Zacyklený v tom kruhu dokola ako myš.
Stojíš na mieste, to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Ktorú nevidíš, ktorú nevidíš,
Stojíš na mieste to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Ktorú nevidíš, ktorú nevidíš,
Stojíš na mieste to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Ktorú nevidíš, ktorú nevidíš,
Stojíš na mieste to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Ktorú nevidíš, ktorú nevidíš,
Stojíš na mieste to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Ktorú nevidíš, ktorú nevidíš,
Stojíš na mieste to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Ktorú nevidíš, ktorú nevidíš,
Stojíš na mieste to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Ktorú nevidíš, ktorú nevidíš,
Stojíš na mieste to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Ktorú nevidíš, ktorú nevidíš,
Stojíš na mieste to je pravda, ktorú nevidíš.
Nečakám, že to čávo pochopí,
Ten Roko žije v starom období,
Lenže je rok 2015,
Tento čávo má tridsať, rapuje jak mal šestnásť.

Kalashnikov

Kalashnikov, Vladeezy
Dude, you were making your living as a bartender
Releasing a new album, black as a raven.
You wanted to diss me, but to me it's funny.
I'm Aristocrat and you're just a fucking farmer.
Call me Illuminati,
The one who will give you the dirty truth to your face.
I call it free karma,
Even though I know that idiot won't understand it anyway.
My flow is luxurious like a Maybach.
Your flow is dead and I'm saying bye-bye to it.
Those who understand it, I can give a high-five to.
The most precious thing in my life is my life.
My rap, my music, lyrics highlight,
Muay Thai technique for a fight called rap fight.
Why should you like it, huh?
When your CD plays exactly the same all the way through.
Fuck your worn-out rules,
You know, your era faded out two years ago.
Even though my homie betrayed me,
The truth entertains me even more.
I don't care what they think.
They never liked me anyway.
But I survived like Stalingrad
And I didn't have to be your brother
And that's a well-known fact.
Hey!
I'm burning like fucking gasoline.
Love belongs only to the faithful
And I'm free as a handsfree.
They are imprisoned prisoners,
Cyclical like mice,
In a maze with no exit, which is fucked up.
Call me Vladeezy.
I don't give a shit about your disses,
It's easy.
I'm different than the Louvre in Paris,
Like Lil Wayne Weezy.
My flow is called Kalashnikov,
39 millimeters for those odpadlíkov. Hou!
Watch, I nailed the tempo,
Retro will never catch up, I know it.
Come on,
I'll show you how to hit the jackpot.
Bankroll!
I'm not bluffing, but I'm playing it through the flop.
Controversial Marilyn Manson.
Why don't you turn it off if you're criticizing the song?
La vida loca,
Every single day of the year.
The story of how a poor pawn becomes a millionaire.
A lifetime of a half-empty glass,
But never in his life bowed down to foreign feet.
I'm aiming at you, shooting pew-pew,
When I write as dark as Dan Brown.
Double hit like Van Damme,
Your heart beats like Tam-Tam.
And I'm not limited by anyone,
I say exactly how I feel.
In my field I'm a workaholic,
I feel like creating nonstop,
To connect plans and goals.
I'm burning like fucking gasoline.
Love belongs only to the faithful
And I'm free as a handsfree.
They are imprisoned prisoners,
Cyclical like mice,
In a maze with no exit, which is fucked up.
Call me Vladeezy.
I don't give a shit about your disses,
It's easy.
I'm different than the Louvre in Paris,
Like Lil Wayne Weezy.
I'm burning like fucking gasoline.
Love belongs only to the faithful
And I'm free as a handsfree.
They are imprisoned prisoners,
Cyclical like mice,
In a maze with no exit, which is fucked up.
Call me Vladeezy.
I don't give a shit about your disses,
It's easy.
I'm different than the Louvre in Paris,
Like Lil Wayne Weezy.
I did it without them,
I don't want support from those who blow that gingerbread.
Give me music, paper, pen, I'll kill that beat for you.
I'll occupy it like the Russians occupied Berlin in '45.
I'll show you flows, a new style.
The truth I'm telling you was real.
I don't have any newspaper or any other deal,
Just that rap that has a quirky sex appeal.
I attack like Napoleon Bonaparte,
That's the dude who'll write you a ticket.
That's the guy you don't guard,
Because he smokes a cigar, you have a hoe and a rake.
I don't know how to say it so you understand it.
You talk about change but you do everything the same.
Stuck in that circle over and over again like a mouse.
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
Which you don't see, which you don't see,
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
Which you don't see, which you don't see,
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
Which you don't see, which you don't see,
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
Which you don't see, which you don't see,
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
Which you don't see, which you don't see,
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
Which you don't see, which you don't see,
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
Which you don't see, which you don't see,
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
Which you don't see, which you don't see,
You're standing still, that's the truth you don't see.
I don't expect that dude to understand,
That Roko lives in the old days,
But it's 2015,
This dude is thirty, rapping like he's sixteen.