Pederashi - Ajs Nigrutin , Smoke Mardeljano перевод на английский

Pederashi

Mene traže bakljama
Jouuu
Motherfuckers
Jebem vam mater
Jou

Mene traže bakljama, po mračnim budžacima
Lirička spodoba s nošom međ' malim usrancima
Ajzaklija stomaklija dvesta godina u igri
Izlazim iz džointa dimim i plivam u krigli
I nema veze što ste mi sve rime digli
A brate idi, a tebra šibri
Svu vutru spušim dok izborijiš to četri
Pipe džok i bong to su moji ornamenti
Nisi imo pojma Čavo ledeni u zgradi
Repujem jer drugo 'rte ne znam šta da radim

U stvari znam da ločem
U stvari znam da čadim

Dajem dobar primer i starim i mladim
Od popa uvek bežim kad krene da kadi
S kurvama se kupam s viršlama u kadi
Izdavače snabdevam preko sindikata
U zokolju zbog mojih sranja redovna je plata
Prebijem ti devojku na dan osmog marta
Šutnem te u bunar, i vičem Sparta (Spartaaa)
14 ipo 'iljade eura je karta
Kad dođe na naš koncert i staneš ispred vrata

Ovde purnjaju se stotke Ajzaklija i Smoke
Mi smo McDonalds a vi ste porkelj
Vaše su vile, podrumi su naši
Zato i zvučite kao pederaši

A kad sam na mikrofonu meni numa thing
Vi se praziluk a mi smo Burger King
Fuck you bling bling roknem tima vašim
Zato što zvučite kao panduraši

Baciću psima tvoje srce slomljeno
Upadam s Nigrutinom laktom i sa kolenom
Pred tobom vodim ljubav sa tvojom voljenom
Dok u strasti gorimo ti gledaš smoreno
Kao pčele bodemo po Gocetovim matrama
Rime dolaze iz dima i naravno katrana
Iznabadamo glavama i šakama
Pa posle tvoj rep šeta se na štakama
What the fuck, bomboclat, cyka blyat
Brat ne igraj se poješće te mrak (what?)
Slušao si vu onda znaš da čuvaš vrat
Ili boriš se za vazduh dok gledaš sunčev zrak

Na vrata kad se upada koristim samo mavaši
Ako niste naši, najaši na kobajaši
Zato što je zastarelo ime Ena, Kitomina
A šta se rimuje sa dim A kitu ima
A šta se rimuje sa tim Aešputina
Nemoj ti sad da se praviš pametan, ae tiću sinak
Po netu opet čište video sam debila
Ali svu ućute kada probudi se gorila

Ovde purnjaju se stotke Ajzaklija i Smoke
Mi smo McDonalds a vi ste porkelj
Vaše su vile, podrumi su naši
Zato i zvučite kao pederaši

A kad sam na mikrofonu meni numa thing
Vi se praziluk a mi smo Burger King
Fuck you bling bling roknem tima vašim
Zato što zvučite kao panduraši

Ovde purnjaju se stotke Ajzaklija i Smoke
Mi smo McDonalds a vi ste porkelj
Vaše su vile, podrumi su naši
Zato i zvučite kao pederaši

A kad sam na mikrofonu meni numa thing
Vi se praziluk a mi smo Burger King
Fuck you bling bling roknem tima vašim
Zato što zvučite kao pandurašio

Faggots

They're looking for me with torches
Yo!
Motherfuckers
Fuck your mother
Yo!

They're looking for me with torches, in dark alleys
Lyrical scum with a knife among little shits
Ajzaklija, big belly, two hundred years in the game
Coming out of the joint, smoking and swimming in a mug
And it doesn't matter that you stole all my rhymes
Oh brother go, oh bro scram
I'll smoke all the weed while you struggle with that four
Pipes, dick, and bong, those are my ornaments
You had no idea, Ice Devil's in the building
I rap 'cause, girl, I don't know what else to do

Actually, I know how to drink
Actually, I know how to smoke

I set a good example for both old and young
I always run from the priest when he starts preaching
I bathe with whores and sausages in the tub
I supply the publisher through the union
The pedestal has a regular salary because of my shit
I'll beat your girl on the eighth of March
I'll kick you in the well, and yell Sparta (Spartaaa)
14 and a half thousand euros is the ticket
When you come to our concert and stand in front of the door

Hundreds are getting rolled here, Ajzaklija and Smoke
We're McDonalds and you're pork rinds
Your's are villas, basements are ours
That's why you sound like faggots

And when I'm on the mic, baby, it's nothing to me
You're leeks and we're Burger King
Fuck you bling bling, I'll hit your team
Because you sound like cops

I'll throw your broken heart to the dogs
I'm coming in with Nigrutin, elbow and knee first
I'll make love to your lover right in front of you
While we burn in passion, you watch, bored
Like bees, we sting on Goce's tracks
Rhymes come from smoke and, of course, tar
We stab with heads and fists
And then your rap walks on crutches
What the fuck, bomboclat, cyka blyat
Brother, don't play, the darkness will eat you (what?)
You listened to Wu, so you know to protect your neck
Or fight for air while you watch the sun's rays

When breaking down doors, I only use roundhouse kicks
If you're not ours, ride the Kawasaki
Because the name Ena, Kitomina is outdated
And what rhymes with smoke? Uh, she's got a dick
And what rhymes with that? Uh, highway
Don't act smart now, I'll shut you up, son
They're cleaning up the internet again, I saw the idiot
But they all shut up when the gorilla wakes up

Hundreds are getting rolled here, Ajzaklija and Smoke
We're McDonalds and you're pork rinds
Your's are villas, basements are ours
That's why you sound like faggots

And when I'm on the mic, baby, it's nothing to me
You're leeks and we're Burger King
Fuck you bling bling, I'll hit your team
Because you sound like cops

Hundreds are getting rolled here, Ajzaklija and Smoke
We're McDonalds and you're pork rinds
Your's are villas, basements are ours
That's why you sound like faggots

And when I'm on the mic, baby, it's nothing to me
You're leeks and we're Burger King
Fuck you bling bling, I'll hit your team
Because you sound like cops