11211 - Mimi Mercedez перевод на английский

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Jedan tri jedan dva
Reprezent centar 2
Centar dva, sjeban kraj, ko cela leva obala
Čujem, video si most, ali nisi smeo preko
Ipak, znaj da nije Borča, centar je daleko
Ako ne znaš, nauči, pa se posle kurči
Ko je hteo obrnuto, išao je krvav kući
Ovde nećeš dobro proći ako voliš da se gubiš
Klinci su ludi, borčanski asfalt ćeš da ljubiš
Dobrodošao u kraj, nemamo vile, ni jahte
Već raspale garažice i otvorene šahte
Kilograme dopa i kradena kola
Svako veče pored moje gajbe prolazi patrola
Jer čim prođeš Borča city, kreću zvezdini grafiti
Onda mali portoriko, u kom beo nije niko
Dok ti žališ sudbinu, iščekuješ čudotvorce
Borča svaki dan proizvodi, nove geto borce
Zato pesma uvek ide i za kraj, i za njih
Ovo nisu životi bogatih i poznatih
Ovo su životi siromašnih i opasnih
Rime ne možeš da svariš, jer na geto smrdi svaki stih
(šta? šta?)
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Za svaki životni izbor, posledice snosiš
Ukradi, prevari, al' nemoj nikada da prosiš
Besparica, standardica, kao dobar dan
Zašto da se plaši tvorza, ko već nije slobodan?
Super je sve to, beli šengen, nema vize
Al ovde se dešava, da se nema ni za rizle
Kakav crni restoran, kafić ili putovanje
Ulica je škola, jer je za "dž" obrazovanje
Cirkanje i 'vanje, brate geto solidarnost
Ribe repuju sranje, a ja sirovu realnost
Ljubav mir i sreća nikad nisu moje teme
Nisam nadrkana ja, takvo je vreme
Kad me neko hejtuje, ja ga pitam: "Šta ti je?"
Samnom si, ako si protiv vlasti i nemaštine
Ako nisi, onda ćuti i uredno plaćaj poreze
Ko te jebe, kad na kraju ipak bićeš poražen
Tvrdih momenata više nego veselih
Ortaci padaju po kraju kao bombe devedesetih
Jer il' nemamo posla ili su nam bedne plate
A kad kažemo dosta proglase nas za psihopate
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Centar 1
Centar 2
Centar 3
Centar 4
Centar 5
To je naš ceo svet!
Prečice i štekovi, alkohol i lekovi
Mesto gde dani bez vutre traju kao vekovi
Svaki dan je isti pa nam treba osveženje
Ovde ili si u tvorzi, ili čekaš odsluženje
Budi hrabar da izdržiš, što ne možeš da promeniš
Rispekt za sve ortake što zbog toga nisu smoreni
U kraju kalim se, ne mogu da žalim se
Kad se ima deli se, kad se nema tali se
Štekare palite, vi niste moja braća
Jer braća su bitnija od onog što se plaća
Ti me pitaš "Gde je Borča?"
Ja te pitam "Je l' si lud?"
11211, brate, Borča iz da hood
Gde nadrogirani dani i neprospavane noći
čine da većina mladih uvek spremna je na zločin
Kad me pogledaš u oči, reci mi pta vidiš
Vidiš ludu ortakinju, što ničeg se ne stidi
šizofreničarka, pobegla iz Padinjaka
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One three one two
Representing Center 2
Center two, fucked up end, like the whole left bank
I hear you saw the bridge, but you didn't dare to cross
Still, know it's not Borča, the center is far away
If you don't know, learn, then brag about it later
Whoever wanted the opposite, went home bloody
Here you won't do well if you like to get lost
The kids are crazy, you'll kiss the Borča asphalt
Welcome to the hood, we don't have villas or yachts
But busted garages and open manholes
Kilograms of dope and stolen cars
Every night a patrol passes by my crib
Because as soon as you pass Borča city, Zvezda graffiti starts
Then little Puerto Rico, where no one is white
While you pity your fate, you await miracle workers
Borča produces new ghetto fighters every day
That's why the song always goes for the end, and for them
These are not the lives of the rich and famous
These are the lives of the poor and dangerous
You can't digest the rhymes, because every verse stinks of the ghetto
(what? what?)
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For every life choice, you bear the consequences
Steal, cheat, but never beg
Poverty, standardica, like a good morning
Why be afraid of prison, who is not already free?
It's all great, white Schengen, no visa
But here it happens that there is not even enough for rolling papers
What black restaurant, cafe or travel
The street is school, because education is for "free"
Hustling and dealing, brother, ghetto solidarity
Bitches rap bullshit, and I rap raw reality
Love, peace and happiness are never my themes
I'm not pissed off, that's the way the times are
When someone hates on me, I ask them: "What's wrong with you?"
You're with me if you're against the authorities and poverty
If you're not, then shut up and pay your taxes regularly
Who gives a fuck, when in the end you'll be defeated anyway
More hard moments than happy ones
Homies are falling all over the place like bombs in the nineties
Because either we don't have jobs or our salaries are shitty
And when we say enough, they declare us psychopaths
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Center 1
Center 2
Center 3
Center 4
Center 5
That's our whole world!
Shortcuts and stashes, alcohol and meds
A place where days without weed last like centuries
Every day is the same so we need some refreshment
Here you're either in jail or waiting to serve your time
Be brave enough to endure what you can't change
Respect for all the homies who aren't bored because of that
I'm getting hardened in the hood, I can't complain
When you have it, you share it, when you don't have it, you hustle
Snitches, light up, you're not my brothers
Because brothers are more important than what's paid
You ask me "Where is Borča?"
I ask you "Are you crazy?"
11211, brother, Borča from da hood
Where drugged-up days and sleepless nights
make most young people always ready for crime
When you look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
You see a crazy homie who is not ashamed of anything
schizophrenic, escaped from Padinjaka
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