Paroles et traduction rolands če feat. ansis - Smagi

Smagi

Ayo, te če, če... nu tev beigas klāt
Apsvērsums, svilinām dirsas kā Reihstāgu
Ugh, dzirdi? nu tev beigas klāt, jā, ugh...

Ja līmenis nav pietiekami augsts, tie ir tavi spārni
Tas nepārsteidz, tava spēle beidzas, mana kārta
Un tā būs biezāka par to izsmērēto sūdu, netici?
Bet šis ir virtuozi – ja būtu ģitāra, būtu Hendrikss
Tu iejaucies tam pa vidu, kā menti krati mūs
Pratināt tu vari, lūdzu, tik par ko mani apsūdzi?
Es jaudu palielinu, manā galvā pastūzis
Nav tā, ka vārdu trūkst; ja es diršu, tas ir labs sūds
Jau atpakaļ dienās gāzu gar zemi
Tāpēc šis stils ir saprotams pats par sevi
Es varu atļauties visu atkal un atkal, nē
Nu varbūt ne visu, jo tā čiksa pati man deva
Man ir pohuj, vai tu dziedi vai drūmi bliez
Vai runā patiesi, vai citu ausīs stum sviestu
Bet tas nav tas nopelns, ka brūk griesti
Rolis vienkārši augšstāvā nevar jūs ciest
Es daru to, ko daru, es pats rakstu rindas uz lapas
Un iesaku reperiem darīt tāpat, tinte nav nafta
Par vienu vairāk vienu mazāk
Esmu numur viens, tu par vienu mazāk
Mazāk, mazāk, mazāk, mazāk
Mazāk, mazāk, jā, tāpēc es nāku smagi, jā
Tāpēc es nāku...

Smagi, smagi, smagi, smagi
Smagi, smagi, smagi, tāpēc es nāku
Smagi, smagi, smagi, smagi
Smagi, smagi, smagi, tāpēc es nāku
Nāku, nāku, tāpēc es nāku
Nāku, nāku, tāpēc es nāku
Smagi, smagi, smagi, smagi
Smagi, smagi, smagi?

Nav jēgas tēlot detektīvus te vai spēlēt mentus
Es esmu tas čalis, kas nogalina bpm′us
Visi, kas brauc uz manu pusi, tikai tērē bendžu
Pāris dēlu mestas saujas smilšu neapbērēs senci
Es nesu kravas, kuras pacelt nevar vārguļi
Ķieģeļu rindas, repa spēles Eduards Pāvuls
Tu dročī uz sūdu, tā ir sūda onanācija
Es tevi redzēju zenītā, tā bija ultrasonogrāfija
Atkarību izraisošs, sauc mani par dragdīleri
Viss, ko es saku uz bīta, ir mana bībele
Es taisu tīru mantu it kā es mazgātu opeli
Turu scēnu uz strjoma, it kā tur atstātu koferi
Tikai... ar vienu nepietiek, mani laikam vajag klonēt, tagad
Pūlis pamet rokas gaisā tā kā monētas, tad
Pūlis pamet rokas gaisā tā kā komētas un beigās
Pūlis pamet rokas gaisā tā kā protēzes
(Smagi!) a-n-s-i-s un če sintēze
Hiphopā, kamēr tavs imidžs izskatās pēc līmplēves
Oriole ar Tabli, pacan, tas ir slims kombo
Es pišos ar to tik stipri, pacan, ka plīst kondomi
Es esmu mans rajons
Teritoriāli gatavs apiet dažus kanonus
Starp wanna-be'jiem bieži taisu tādu kā slalomu
Tāpēc kuces dēli norij siekalas, kad es zvanu, tā kā Pavlovs!

Smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi)
Smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi, tāpēc es nāku
Smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi)
Smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi, tāpēc es nāku (nāku)
Nāku (nāku), nāku (nāku), tāpēc es nāku (nāku)
Nāku (nāku), nāku (nāku), tāpēc es nāku
Smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi)
Smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi), smagi (smagi)?

Hard

Yo, hey you, you... your end is here
Consideration, we're burning asses like the Reichstag
Ugh, hear that? your end is here, yeah, ugh...

If the level isn't high enough, those are your wings
It's no surprise, your game ends, my turn
And it'll be thicker than that smeared shit, don't you believe?
But this is virtuoso – if it were a guitar, it'd be Hendrix
You're interfering in the middle, like cops shaking us down
You can interrogate, please, but what are you accusing me of?
I'm increasing the power, a booster in my head
It's not that I lack words; if I talk shit, it's good shit
I was gassing low back in the days
That's why this style is understandable by itself
I can afford everything again and again, no
Well maybe not everything, because that chick gave it to me herself
I don't give a damn if you sing or sadly blow
Or speak truthfully, or shove butter in other people's ears
But that's not the merit that the ceiling collapses
Rolis just can't stand you guys upstairs
I do what I do, I write lines on paper myself
And I advise rappers to do the same, ink isn't oil
One more, one less
I'm number one, you're one less
Less, less, less, less
Less, less, yeah, that's why I come hard, yeah
That's why I come...

Hard, hard, hard, hard
Hard, hard, hard, that's why I come
Hard, hard, hard, hard
Hard, hard, hard, that's why I come
Come, come, that's why I come
Come, come, that's why I come
Hard, hard, hard, hard
Hard, hard, hard?

No point playing detectives here or playing cops
I'm the dude who kills bpms
Everyone who drives my way just wastes gas
A few handfuls of sand thrown by sons won't bury the ancestor
I carry loads that weaklings can't lift
Rows of bricks, rap game's Eduards Pāvuls
You jerk off on shit, that's shit masturbation
I saw you at your peak, it was ultrasonography
Addictive, call me a drug dealer
Everything I say on the beat is my bible
I make pure stuff as if I were washing an Opel
I keep the scene on stream, as if I left a suitcase there
Just... one is not enough, I guess I need to be cloned, now
The crowd throws their hands in the air like coins, then
The crowd throws their hands in the air like comets and in the end
The crowd throws their hands in the air like prostheses
(Hard!) a-n-s-i-s and če synthesis
In hip hop, while your image looks like cling film
Oriole with Tabli, bro, that's a sick combo
I'm fucking with it so hard, bro, that condoms burst
I am my district
Territorially ready to bypass some canons
I often make a kind of slalom between wanna-bes
That's why bitches swallow their saliva when I call, like Pavlov!

Hard (hard), hard (hard), hard (hard), hard (hard)
Hard (hard), hard (hard), hard, that's why I come
Hard (hard), hard (hard), hard (hard), hard (hard)
Hard (hard), hard (hard), hard, that's why I come (come)
Come (come), come (come), that's why I come (come)
Come (come), come (come), that's why I come
Hard (hard), hard (hard), hard (hard), hard (hard)
Hard (hard), hard (hard), hard (hard)?