Текст и перевод песни Broederliefde - Sterling

Sterling

Ik kom van de straten, ik was daarzo
Blijf jij maar lekker praten, commentator
Om nu te gaan haten is het te laat oh
Dat is te laat oh
Ik kom van de straten, ik was daarzo
Blijf jij maar lekker praten, commentator
Om nu te gaan haten is het te laat oh
Dat is te laat oh

Ik zit in die bak bak bak
Open dak dak dak
Dat is zig zig zag
Ben op scheurings
Voor die pap pap pap
Voor die pap
Ben ik rap net Sterling

In de nacht, ey
In die bak, ey
Tot ik pak, ey
In je stad, ey
In de nacht, ey
In die bak, ey
Tot ik pak, ey
In je stad, ey

Shirt die zit strak heb mijn chest op de bar
Zij wil mee in die elevator
Ah ja, want ze ziet de squads met de pantalon strak
Met de pantalon aan
Young Shelby's met Raheem in je city
No phones, maar ik flits in je ficie
We maken movies, maar er wordt niet gefilm
We blijven niet lang nee, daarom doet ze hitsie

Rennen in de heat
Voor de fam die ik feed
Fast life, Raheem
Champions League
Moet ik je tempo zien
Het is nog steeds MOB
Schuif aan de kant
Sjoef zet die waggie zonder roof
Ben met . rij die man

Ik zit in die bak bak bak
Open dak dak dak
Dat is zig zig zag
Ben op scheurings
Voor die pap pap pap
Voor die pap
Ben ik rap net Sterling

In de nacht, ey
In die bak, ey
Tot ik pak, ey
In je stad, ey
In de nacht, ey
In die bak, ey
Tot ik pak, ey
In je stad, ey

Sterling

I come from the streets, I was there
You can keep talking, commentator
It's too late to hate now
That's too late
I come from the streets, I was there
You can keep talking, commentator
It's too late to hate now
That's too late

I'm in that car, car, car
Open roof, roof, roof
That's zig, zig, zag
I'm tearing up
For that money, money, money
For that money
I'm quick like Sterling

In the night, hey
In that car, hey
Until I grab, hey
In your city, hey
In the night, hey
In that car, hey
Until I grab, hey
In your city, hey

My shirt is tight, I have my chest on the bar
She wants to ride in that elevator
Yeah, because she sees the squads with the tight pants
With the pants on
Young Shelbys with Raheem in your city
No phones, but I flash in your face
We make movies, but they're not filmed
We don't stay long, that's why she's getting hot

Running in the heat
For the family I feed
Fast life, Raheem
Champions League
You gotta see my speed
It's still MOB
Move aside
Slide that wagon without a roof
I'm with the man who drives that

I'm in that car, car, car
Open roof, roof, roof
That's zig, zig, zag
I'm tearing up
For that money, money, money
For that money
I'm quick like Sterling

In the night, hey
In that car, hey
Until I grab, hey
In your city, hey
In the night, hey
In that car, hey
Until I grab, hey
In your city, hey