Текст и перевод песни Ajs Nigrutin - 3000 e

3000 e

Ovde Ajzak svezi Mc kategorija teska
Od rodjenja na mozku furam fabricka greska
Cirkam piva nemacka, domaca, crna, ceska
Po buksna, po pljeska ustajem iz mesta

Rima vesta secka MC-a k'o mesan
Cirke kad na binu skoce misle da sam blesav
Proseravam se kol'ko 'oces, al' sam toga svestan
Nisam spav'o petn'est dana k'o Nikola Tesla

Ne grickam camac niti sisam vesla
Na vozacki ispit sam is'o preko veza
Telefon zvoni k'o budala, glupaca me zeza
Smuv'o bi se s njom samo kad bi bio krezav

U Timbetovom stilu idem noga desna, leva
Rime jebem dobro jer ne znam da pevam
Udebreksovo sam se jako, kao stoka zevam
Vino dobro, verbla 3000 evra

Vreme je za kafu, stavio sam dzezva
Ko to dalje repuje, a vidi da ne zna
Nazdr'o se u meku, samo soja nema mesa
Koka kole litre, polako jetra nesta

Posto sam ljubazan, molim za malo mesta
Dodaj 'vamo mikrofon ripsone da cepam
Evo novog spota, Djolo bacio na VeTa
Prebledeli MC cuje pisanje uz vetar

Smejem se i ne verujem koliko je smesan
Zagoreo si, ortak, to mora da se mesa
Na trule teme, budjave dodacu ti kecap
Malo senfa, girosa da bi bio srecan

Furnjam granja vreca
Al' mi fali malo skreca
Podneo dva litra, ide flasa treca
'Ajde kuci feget, je l' igra bela mecka
Bicarka se usrala pa se malo necka

Uhvatila je frka od mog koznog metka
Ako neces ti, mozda 'oce tvoja tetka
Stara koka debela, rutava k'o cetka
Cekaj da je obrijem, bice gotovo do petka

3000 euros

Here is Ajzak, the new fresh MC in the heavyweight category
A born brain with a factory error
I drink German, domestic, black, Czech beers
I get up from my seat after a fistfight, after a slap

MC rhyme verses as dry as meat
Fools think I'm an idiot when I jump onto the stage
I'm rolling my eyes like a madman, but I'm conscious of it
I haven't slept for fifteen days, just like Nikola Tesla

I don't row a boat or hold oars
I passed my driving test with bribes
The phone rings like crazy, it's the voice of fools teasing me
I would sleep with her if I was crazy

I walk like Timbet, right foot, left foot
I fuck rhymes well because I can't sing
I yawn like a cow, really loudly
Good wine, drums worth 3000 euros

It's time for coffee, I've put the coffee pot on
Who is rapping next, but you can see he doesn't know
Cheers to the soft, there is no meat, only soy
Liters of coke, slowly the liver disappears

Since I'm kind, I'm asking for a little space
Give me a microphone, let me tear it up
Here is a new spot, Djolo threw it at VeTa
The faded MC hears the writing in the wind

I laugh and can't believe how funny he is
You're tanned, friend, that must be nice
On rotten themes, I'll add ketchup to your awake ones
A little mustard, gyros to make you happy

I'm filling up the farm bag
But I'm missing some weed
I drank two liters, the third bottle is coming
Come on home, faggot, is the game white bear?
The bicycle has fucked up and is teasing a little

It got a fright from my goat's ball
If you don't want it, maybe your aunt will
Old, fat hen, shaggy like a brush
Wait, let me shave her, it'll be done by Friday