Текст и перевод песни Butch feat. Mc Kresha, Keepman & Lyrical Son - Para (Acapella)

Para (Acapella)

Steig in den Beamer fahr paar runden durch die Stadt
bleib cool wie KLIMA denn die Bullen halten an,
Stadtlichter glänzen sehe das funkeln in den Augen
nicht MAL in meine eigener Hood kann ich irgend jemand trauen,
denn ich bin Einzelgänger (hah)
Ich bin Einzelkämpfer,
renne den Fans nach.
Nenn mich INVESTMENT BANKER
nichts wird's sich ändern, sag ich mir jedes mal
Glaubst du FEST an etwas musst du auch bereit sein dafür zu Zahlen (Shoki)
Dieses Spiel das mir so Interessiert
nennt sich buntes Papier, in jeans buntes Papier
lass mich einmal kurz ziehen, lass mich Probieren
doch was mich wirklich interessiert ist des bunte Papier .
Lass mich nicht ablenken,
muss an mein Arsch denken
packe die Grass Päckchen und verteil sie an den ecken,
Ziehe des Cappy tief ins Gesicht, die Gun an mein Schwanz
Besser du vergießt wer du bist . (shoki)
(MC Kresha):
Paret shum um vyn, po per pare nuk jetoj
rrugen vet e dinn, qato qe un e booj
(qija nonen qato pare pom vyn)
:
Pare kesh ami mu, mon AMOUR,
m'nalen dajt parez, se m'pan tu i sill paret naper dur,
track-i nfurr, repi ndur, koncerti full,
rabi peci, eci shpejt si mister Shtavileci: #Agrokultur.
Hot speci nkit HIP hop kultur
ntop, i djegi kta repera tdopt,
qe s'thojn sen veq bojn me dur: kot,
sju filliti burr, smuni me FOL me mu
se me FOL me ju o si me fol me mur truee
qu, yeah bitch I'm the baddest, dont be jealous
une jom legend, thirrem Elvis
gettin' paid si Jimmy Conway, n'goodfellas
muhabeti fell osht, fellas
shpejt shkon posht se ktu hell o
llafe t'thata, #acapellas.
Qoki, I'm cold, I'm frezin', hold up e thirri Butchin
vim jau prena kejt beefin,
paid in full, live filmin bitch pe kthejna pi fillimit
#TavnikCity straight 8 balls call us #INFINITI!
(MC Kresha):
Paret shum um vyn, po per pare nuk jetoj
rrugen vet e dinn, qato qe un e booj
(qija nonen qato pare pom vyn)
:
Ecoute les GENS de la rue, avec ces gens de la rue,
Rap sûr de la rue, CAR tout le reste n'est que strass et paillettes, raquette, trop de malentendus,
j'lache des rimes et comme des balles perdues,
revenons nous en thème, si à cette mésures tu n'as toujours pas compri,
mes écrits: inestimables, mes punchlines: inévitables,
pour qui tu te prends tu?
tu veut m'apprendre mon vécu... shoki,
qu'est ce que tu connais toi de ma vie?
t'as rien compri, lache mes couilles,
pose le mic, STOP la mascara, tah mes trips semblants
quand tu fais semblant...
ma plume roule en Porsche, j'avais pas le choix,
la seule façon de s'en sortir on a vite fait le choix,
faire la maille, garder les pieds sur TERRE, rester toujours vrais,
on est venu avec rien donc on va tout prendre,
en ce qui me concerne, j'ai la dalle, non je ne vais rien rendre!
(MC Kresha):
Paret shum um vyn, po per pare nuk jetoj
rrugen vet e dinn, qato qe un e booj
(qija nonen qato pare pom vyn)

For the Money (Acapella)

Hop in the Beamer, cruise a few rounds through the city
stay cool like AC 'cause the cops are stopping,
city lights gleam, I see the sparkle in your eyes
not EVEN in my own hood can I trust anyone,
'cause I'm a lone wolf (hah)
I'm a lone fighter,
chasing after the fans.
Call me INVESTMENT BANKER
nothing's gonna change, I tell myself every time
If you STRONGLY believe in something, you gotta be ready to pay for it (Shoki)
This game that I'm so interested in
is called colorful paper, colorful paper in jeans
let me take a quick drag, let me try it
but what really interests me is the colorful paper.
Don't let me get distracted,
gotta think about my ass
pack the weed bags and distribute them on the corners,
Pull the cap low over my face, the gun to my waist
You better reveal who you are. (shoki)
(MC Kresha):
I need a lot of money, but I don't live for money
I know the way myself, the things I do
(I swear to my mother, I need that money)
:
Money is my friend, my AMOUR,
I'm left with only money, because you didn't bring the money through the door,
track's on fire, rap's inside, concert's full,
Rabi peci, walking fast like mister Shtavileci: #Agrokultur.
Hot speci in this HIP hop culture
on top, burning these rappers all,
who say nothing but just gesture with their hands: pointless,
you're not a real man, you can't TALK to me
because talking to you is like talking to a wall, truee
qu, yeah bitch I'm the baddest, dont be jealous
I'm a legend, they call me Elvis
gettin' paid like Jimmy Conway, in goodfellas
the conversation is cheap, fellas
it quickly goes down because it's hell here
empty words, #acapellas.
Qoki, I'm cold, I'm frezin', hold up and call Butch
we're coming, taking all the beefin,
paid in full, live filmin' bitch we're starting from the beginning
#TavnikCity straight 8 balls call us #INFINITI!
(MC Kresha):
I need a lot of money, but I don't live for money
I know the way myself, the things I do
(I swear to my mother, I need that money)
:
Listen to the people of the street, with these people of the street,
Rap sure of the street, BECAUSE everything else is just rhinestones and sequins, racket, too many misunderstandings,
I drop rhymes like stray bullets,
let's get back to the theme, if at this point you still haven't understood,
my writings: invaluable, my punchlines: inevitable,
who do you think you are?
you wanna teach me about my life... shoki,
what do you know about my life?
you haven't understood anything, leave my balls alone,
put down the mic, STOP the mascara, tah my trips seem
when you pretend...
my pen rides in a Porsche, I had no choice,
the only way to get out we quickly made the choice,
make the dough, keep our feet on the GROUND, always stay true,
we came with nothing so we're gonna take everything,
as far as I'm concerned, I'm hungry, no I'm not gonna give anything back!
(MC Kresha):
I need a lot of money, but I don't live for money
I know the way myself, the things I do
(I swear to my mother, I need that money)