Riddim - Stiven Drama feat. Zhozi Zho, Goldie, Fox, Arafat & Raki перевод на английский

Riddim

Vers 1. Zhozi Zho:

Ko je ko, ko je ko, iz aviona se vidi
Zhozi Zho bi pojebo i ovaj Stivenov Riddim
Nemam cega da se stidim,
Voleo bih ove hejtere u mojoj kozi da vidim

Nema para, ali ne bih kidao da nemam dara
Hocu da zaradim, a ne da varam, (...?)
Jebes plac od sto hektara
Repere ima sve da karam

Bombama skinuce sve s kanala
Crn ko mahala, ne bahat i alav
Ali znam da se na leba ne maze hvala
Za ovo sranje Zemlja je mala

Samo za sebe stvaram,
Ova kuja zeli da je nasamaram
Lako bi preterala
Pre bih usao u gnezdo osinje

Nego da zivim od tudje milostinje
Svi, svi u kurac da prostite
Svi, sam cu da postignem
Kada ne moze pravo,

Onda udarim slalom
Mene smatraju legendom tebe jebenom salom
Ja sam riba koja pliva i u slatko i slanom
I kako stvarno stoje stvari to samo mi znamo

Vers 2. Goldie:

Veliki rispekt za Stivena, i njegovu mu gluvu
Trake ostaju bez himena, kad na majk stavim gumu
Stavljam gumu, hteli bi al ne smeju da pljuju
Centar Srbija stil, rep vas dozivljava zulum

Ima da silujem, ima da silujem,
Dok dilujem vam pilule i dzidzule
I bidzule bi htele da na nam stave lisice (pickice)
Duvam neku vutru sto sam probao kod Lisice

Reko sam vam, pucam kao shotgun
Pucam kao Jeremy i nemoj da vas (...?)
Shut fuck up, mozda napadam sam stajl
What a fuck sam bolje prepoznaj sam da

Ima nas vise, dizem prasinu kad pisem
Pisem to sto disem, disem to sto mirise
Tise! Tise!
Pusti bit jos jednom, dodaj cvece i rizle

Vers 3. Fox:

Palim spravu (palim spravu), cuka ziga (cuka ziga)
Jebes slavu (jebes slavu), uzmi dinar
Ovce shishamo (shishamo), nije da se kurcim
Na kurve pisamo (pisamo), Jovan Ducic

Jovan Ducic, krv ti jebem, to ne moze da smisli glupi reper
Odvaljeni vise nego Prti Bege,
LTDFM, Stiven Juicy J ej
Multi seme, pusti mene,

Moja prica brate uvek spusti cene
Gubis vreme, guzim zene
Vi ste jako mali flow s Jupiter je
Moje teme, bolje seme

Vidis ko je ko, ako das im sebe
Mislis to je to i da te zele
A na kraju uvek interes je
Interes je, mile sestre

Sve su kurve ima da mi brises felne
Ima da te uramim i kad te kresnem
Tek na kraju mozda i dam ti ekser
Haaa!

Ovaj Riddim provozam ko Goldisa i Zozika
A vama fali logima, a boga mi i motika
Gotika, picka Halle Berry
Repere ko meso jedem samo daj mi preliv

Glavobolja od dima, zgutam kafetina
A sestri kazem, hajde skuvaj kafe Tina
Skuvaj kafe Tina, skuvaj kafe Tina
Mali reperi su fejk i jebem mater svima!

Vers 4. Arafat:

Dok ste se grudvali ja radio sam pesme
Krivo mi je sto vam nisam rusio sneska na vreme
Nisam iz fazona da kukam, treba mi BMW
Dok cekas moju ziku za zurke, ko cekic za ekser

Kurvo glupa ne mislim na gradjevinski alat
Ovo sto pumpa, pumpa od Karaburmskog brata
Zika je masna, Gagi je masan,

Vinko daj smotaj, treba mi koca
Moj trenutak stvaralastva necija nervoza
Neki me ne gotive, to su internet bednici
Suicidni emo klinci, sto furaju zilete u pernici

VI STE SVI PESNICI! Ja se druzim s ljudima mutnim
Koje je zivot tero da gledaju nesto gudre pistolja tuci
Vi razmazena govna bi da me proglasite mrtvim
Na kraju cete se obestite ko Puskin!

Riddim

Verse 1. Zhozi Zho:

Who is who, who is who, you can see it from the plane
Zhozi Zho would fuck even this Stiven's Riddim
I have nothing to be ashamed of,
I would love to see these haters in my skin

No money, but I wouldn't tear if I didn't have the gift
I want to earn, not cheat, (...?)
Fuck a hundred hectare field
I'm gonna fuck all the rappers

They're gonna take everything down from the channel with bombs
Black as the hood, not arrogant and greedy
But I know you can't spread thanks on bread
The Earth is too small for this shit

I only create for myself,
This bitch wants me to slap her
She would easily overdo it
I'd rather go into a hornet's nest

Than live on someone else's charity
Everyone, everyone, fuck off, forgive me
Everyone, I'll achieve it myself
When it can't go straight,

Then I hit a slalom
They consider me a legend, you a fucking joke
I'm a fish that swims in both fresh and salt water
And only we know how things really are

Verse 2. Goldie:

Big respect for Stiven, and his deaf one
Tracks are left without hymen, when I put rubber on the mic
I put rubber, they would like to but they can't spit
Central Serbia style, rap is experiencing an outrage

I'm gonna rape, I'm gonna rape,
While I'm dealing you pills and joints
And the bitches would like to put handcuffs on us (pussies)
I'm smoking some weed I tried at Lisica's

I told you, I shoot like a shotgun
I shoot like Jeremy and don't (...?)
Shut the fuck up, maybe I'm attacking style itself
What the fuck, I better recognize myself so that

There are more of us, I raise dust when I write
I write what I breathe, I breathe what smells
Quiet! Quiet!
Play the beat one more time, add flowers and rizla

Verse 3. Fox:

I'm lighting up the device (lighting up the device), smoking weed (smoking weed)
Fuck fame (fuck fame), take a dinar
We smoke hookah (smoke hookah), it's not that I'm crouching
We write on whores (write), Jovan Ducic

Jovan Ducic, I fuck your blood, a stupid rapper can't think of that
More stoned than Prti Bege,
LTDFM, Stiven Juicy J hey
Multi seed, let me,

My story, bro, always lowers the prices
You're wasting time, I'm squeezing women
You're very small, the flow is from Jupiter
My themes, better seed

You see who is who, if you give them yourself
You think that's it and that they want you
But in the end it's always interest
It's interest, dear sisters

All are whores, you're gonna clean my rims
I'm gonna frame you even when I fuck you
Maybe in the end I'll give you a nail
Haaa!

I'm riding this Riddim like Goldis and Zozik
And you lack logic, and by God, a hoe too
Gothic, Halle Berry's pussy
I eat rappers like meat, just give me gravy

Headache from the smoke, I'm swallowing caffeine
And I tell my sister, come on, make some coffee, Tina
Make some coffee, Tina, make some coffee, Tina
Small rappers are fake and I fuck everyone's mother!

Verse 4. Arafat:

While you were playing snowballs, I was making songs
I'm sorry I didn't ruin your snowmen in time
I'm not in the mood to whine, I need a BMW
While you wait for my beat for parties, like a hammer for a nail

Stupid bitch, I don't mean a construction tool
What's pumping, pumps from the Karaburma brother
Zika is greasy, Gagi is greasy,

Vinko, roll it up, I need coke
My moment of creativity, someone's nervousness
Some people don't like me, they're internet losers
Suicidal emo kids who carry razors in their pencil cases

YOU ARE ALL POETS! I hang out with murky people
Whom life forced to see something other than the butt of a pistol being beaten
You spoiled shits want to declare me dead
In the end, you will rebel like Pushkin!