Текст и перевод песни Alex Ceesay - Sover med tabanja (feat. Gee Dixon)

Sover med tabanja (feat. Gee Dixon)

Boy we real ones
Fråga alex cees här om alla fear ones
Om din shuno vill ha key låt han komma till kvartér
Sköter snacket med en gun
Motherfucker jag har order på mitt knä
Hon tror att här i livet de baläsh
O sen när vi på topp när vi flash
Kastar röding på ass
Aldrig när vi tuggar dammar jack

45:an redo
Mannen helt putsad
Para före bitches för orrar som undrar
Eller leva flott, leva livet som kungar
Aina ger problem
Fråga alla ghetto ungar

Svär vi går loss (Svär vi går loss)
Walla vi på topp
Ingen fitta här kan säga nåt
Många lever här på brott
Kommer aldrig få nån stopp
Kör hela vägen som de fucking lopp

Väga pusha kasta
Sover med tabanja
Fast i mina tankar
Här de bara gunlocks
Ingen ska få andas
Para de finns massa

Väga pusha kasta
Sover med tabanja
Fast i mina tankar
Här de bara gunlocks
Ingen ska få andas
Para de finns massa

Här vi gör moves med selähen o skidmask
CZ full clip o numret e slipat
Produkterna grova
De makho sharmota
Vi sitter på skunk, super zutt
O den fina

Mannen vi e aktiva
Indica, kashmir o sativa
Jag sover typ aldrig de fuck vila
Om dina e tuffa kom bakk mina
Mannen Orra de orraley

We the realest
Vi dom riktiga
Ceesay o geedix
Vi original
Ni ni e remix
Sköter snacket med en gun
Yani talk to the steel bitch

(Eyy) Mannen vi e startklara
Vi e knas vana
3 o 30 på E4 gasbana
Om de moshkel vi spänner bakhanar
Klart dom hatar på oss vi e hatbara

Väga pusha kasta
Sover med tabanja
Fast i mina tankar
Här de bara gunlocks
Ingen ska få andas
Para de finns massa

Väga pusha kasta
Sover med tabanja
Fast i mina tankar
Här de bara gunlocks
Ingen ska få andas
Para de finns massa

Bram klart att flosen går före benätzen
Fuck kändisskapet vi göre för cashen
Väst dubbla platter o 30 till macken
Du sa du vill köra mot oss e du säker
Bram e du säker, bram e du säker
Bram vi e före shababsen, selähen
När du här du blir robbad på stashet min vän
De blir papp-papp-papp-papp ifrån gätsen min vän

Bram e du säker, bram e du säker
Om matchen den landar jag kör hela vägen
Varan i louin påväg till affärer
Mannen vill du snacka ta det med shababsen
Papp-papp-papp-pa låter som jag från gätsen
Na-na-na-na ingen här slickar arsle
Här med mina alltid samma från trakten
Ta beställningar o vi bjuder på frakten

Väga pusha kasta
Sover med tabanja
Fast i mina tankar
Här de bara gunlocks
Ingen ska få andas
Para de finns massa

Väga pusha kasta
Sover med tabanja
Fast i mina tankar
Här de bara gunlocks
Ingen ska få andas
Para de finns massa

Väga pusha kasta
Sover med tabanja
Fast i mina tankar
Här de bara gunlocks
Ingen ska få andas
Para de finns massa

Väga pusha kasta
Sover med tabanja
Fast i mina tankar
Här de bara gunlocks
Ingen ska få andas
Para de finns massa

Sleeping with a Gun (feat. Gee Dixon)

Boy, we are the real ones
Ask Alex Ceesay here about all the scared ones
If your girl wants the key, let her come to the crib
I handle the talk with a gun
Motherfucker, I have an order on my knee
She thinks that life is all fun and games
Oh, and when we're at the top when we flash
Throwing snapper on ass
Never when we grind do we waste jack

.45 is ready
Man, totally wasted
Money before bitches, for those who wonder
Or live large, live life like kings
Bitches give problems
Ask all the ghetto kids

Swear we go wild (Swear we go wild)
Walla, we're on top
No bitch here can say anything
Many live here on crime
Will never be stopped
Go all the way like a fucking race

Weigh, push, throw
Sleeping with a gun
Stuck in my thoughts
Here, it's only gunlocks
No one should breathe
There's plenty of money

Weigh, push, throw
Sleeping with a gun
Stuck in my thoughts
Here, it's only gunlocks
No one should breathe
There's plenty of money

Here we make moves with the boys and ski mask
CZ full clip and the number is filed down
The products are rough
It's the makho sharmota
We're sitting on skunk, smoking hash
And that fine stuff

Man, we are active
Indica, Kashmir and sativa
I barely sleep, fuck rest
If yours are tough, come after mine
Man, Orra is orraley

We the realest
We are the real ones
Ceesay and Gee Dix
We original
You guys are remixes
Handle the talk with a gun
Yani talk to the steel bitch

(Eyy) Man, we are ready to start
We're used to craziness
3 and 30 on E4 gas lane
If there's trouble we tighten the back ones
Of course they hate us, we're hatable

Weigh, push, throw
Sleeping with a gun
Stuck in my thoughts
Here, it's only gunlocks
No one should breathe
There's plenty of money

Weigh, push, throw
Sleeping with a gun
Stuck in my thoughts
Here, it's only gunlocks
No one should breathe
There's plenty of money

Brah, of course the floss comes before the benzos
Fuck fame, we do it for the cash
West double plates and 30 to the gas station
You said you wanted to run against us, are you sure?
Brah, are you sure, brah, are you sure
Brah, we are ahead of the youngsters, the boys
When you're here you get robbed of your status, my friend
It goes pop-pop-pop-pop from the gat, my friend

Brah, are you sure, brah, are you sure
If the match lands, I'll go all the way
The product in the Louis on its way to business
Man, if you wanna talk, take it up with the youngsters
Pop-pop-pop-pop sounds like me from the gat
Na-na-na-na, no one here licks ass
Here with mine, always the same from the hood
Take orders and we offer free shipping

Weigh, push, throw
Sleeping with a gun
Stuck in my thoughts
Here, it's only gunlocks
No one should breathe
There's plenty of money

Weigh, push, throw
Sleeping with a gun
Stuck in my thoughts
Here, it's only gunlocks
No one should breathe
There's plenty of money

Weigh, push, throw
Sleeping with a gun
Stuck in my thoughts
Here, it's only gunlocks
No one should breathe
There's plenty of money

Weigh, push, throw
Sleeping with a gun
Stuck in my thoughts
Here, it's only gunlocks
No one should breathe
There's plenty of money