Текст и перевод песни BAZOOKA feat. Nasaan - Soldier

Soldier

Azi soundul e baza s-au lăsat mulţi de gândit
Şi nu-nteleg autotuneul cum de sună aşa greşit
Nu mă oftic totuşi cred că crezi ce zic
Unii trapperi de azi sunt rapperii ce n-au reuşit
Când îmi zic punctul de vedere lumea se agită
Nicio problemă frate am dop pentru orice sticlă
Din tot rapu românesc mă dă pe spate vinu
Nici azi n-aţi înţeles că ce caut nu-i check inu
Încă am rămas încă plutesc pe acelaşi vas
Încă mă doare-n pulă încă sunt la fel de gras
Încă înjur încă nu mă uit la ceas
Încă mă uit în urma mea să văd ce pa mea a rămas
Ai filme de Brooklyn? Nu-i aşa te-asigur
La cum dau rapperii azi am început să mă simt cam singur
Nu eşti gangster hai să mă fac înţeles
Nu mai îmi prezenta străzile c-am şi io GPS
Unde calc greu trebe beton nou şi mătură
Nu trebe să m-acoperi fie că eşti om sau pătură
Am cămaşă care mă-mbrăţişează-i beton
Nu răspund nici de fapte nu răspund la telefon
Totuşi Alo te rog singur în capu tău să te caci
Dacă cea mai mare grijă a ta îi cum te îmbraci
Nu-s scandalagiu da te sparg am impresia
Dacă te lovesc cum mă loveşte pe mine depresia
Eşti de neatins? nu exponat la muzeu
Eşti de neatins că ai lepră dragu meu
Hai noroc băiete am scăpat din Alcatraz Am
Venit ca să-ţi bag ciment în gropiţa din obraji
Nu mai zi de BAZOOKA nu îi Rap Axinte
Ce-am zis noi în 3 albume n-ai înţeles 2 cuvinte
Vezi că poate te loveşte uşa şi-ţi pleacă rotula
Asta nu-i piesă gândită îi piesă-n care-mi bag.
Nigga ima soldier
Told ya
No lim
Nola
10-4 over
Rovers
Loadup
Big chop
Big guns
I got a Mini gun with the big ammo
And ima let it go ima go rambo
B. F. vest inside my camo
Bullets Rip right through yo flannel
We ride amoured trucks no lambos
In sahara jesus sandals
Pick yo fate like heads or tails
We bussing shells till niggas scramble
I might kidnap you for ransom
I might drop in on the random
You touch any of this camo
Then my fire-team do vandal
Buss at em from a distance
No scottie pimpin
Pull up with that nightnight vision
And ammunition
Scope on top be my decision
Hit with precision
Rank up on you niggas different
You niggas infants
You niggas simpletons
FMJ and hollow point
Might have down and limping then
Running st on every track
I been on my olympian
Do it for my gang
I gotta carry out the mission and
Im a big boy soider told em that
Im in the field again

Soldier

Today the sound is the base many left to think
And I don't understand the autotune how it sounds so wrong
I don't mind though I think you believe what I say
Some trappers today are the rappers who didn't make it
When I say my point of view the world shakes
No problem brother I have stopper for any bottle
From all the Romanian rapu gives me back vinu
Even today you do not understand that what I'm looking for is not check Inu
I still stayed still floating on the same ship
I still give a shit I'm still as fat
I still swear I still do not look at the clock
I still look behind me to see what my pa has left
Do you have Brooklyn movies? Don't you-I assure you
The way rappers do today I'm starting to feel a little lonely
You're not a gangster let's make myself clear
Stop showing me the streets that I have and io GPS
Where I step hard trebe new concrete and broom
You don't have to cover me whether you're a man or a blanket
I have a shirt that gives me a hug
I don't answer the facts I don't answer the phone
Still Hello I beg you alone in your head to shit
If your biggest concern is how you dress
I'm not a troublemaker but I'll break you I get the impression
If I hit you like depression hits me
Are you untouchable? no exhibit at the museum
You're untouchable for having leprosy
Come on Good luck boy I Escaped From Alcatraz I
I came to put cement in the dimple in your cheeks
No more BAZOOKA day don't Rap them
What we said in 3 albums you didn't understand 2 words
See that maybe the door hits you and your kneecap leaves
This isn't a thought piece, this is a piece I'm putting myself in.
Nigga IMA soldier
Told ya
No lim
Nola
10-4 over
Rovers
Loadup
Big chop
Big guns
I got a Mini gun with the big ammo
And ima let it go ima go rambo
B. F. vest inside my camo
Bullets Rip right through yo flannel
We ride amoured trucks no lambos
In sahara jesus sandals
Pick yo fate like heads or tails
We bussing shells till niggas scramble
I might kidnap you for ransom
I might drop in on the random
You touch any of this camo
Then my fire-team do vandal
Buss at em from a distance
No scottie pimpin
Pull up with that nightnight vision
And ammunition
Scope on top be my decision
Hit with precision
Rank up on you niggas different
You niggas infants
You niggas simpletons
FMJ and hollow point
Might have down and limping then
Running st on every track
I been on my olympian
Do it for my gang
I gotta carry out the mission and
Im a big boy soider told em that
Im in the field again