Canna Man - 22HUNDREDE - перевод текста песни на английский

22HUNDREDE - Canna Manперевод на английский




22HUNDREDE
22HUNDRED
Yo
Yo, girl
Toogtyve-hundrede alle dage
Twenty-two hundred every day
hvorfor fuck sku' vi falde af?
So why the fuck should we fall off?
Ingenting, det' en smal sag
Nothing, it's a piece of cake
Du hørt' jo godt, hva' de alle sagde
You heard what they all said
Yo, det' stadig hverdag blokken
Yo, it's still everyday on the block
Eneste der' anderledes er mærkerne klodsen
The only thing that's different are the marks on the brick
Tid det' penge jeg kværner dem klokken
Time is money so I'm grinding it on the clock
Alle de' sultne de sværmer efter kokken
Everybody's hungry, so they're swarming after the cook
Yeah, og hvorfor ska' det være sådan?
Yeah, and why should it be like this?
Troede det var en ven, desværre, det var rotten
Thought he was a friend, unfortunately, he was the rat
Skriv det ned nu eller lær det i kachotten
Write it down now or learn it in the slammer
Flest' prøver at glemm' med noget stærkere nede i koppen
Most try to forget with something stronger down in the cup
Skål (skål)
Cheers (cheers)
Stadig samm' tid og samm' sted
Still same time and same place
Ung knægt lagt ned fanget for at lange fed
Young dude laid down, caught for slinging dope
Kampsved ligger vågen midt om natten
Cold sweat, lying awake in the middle of the night
Lånt' lidt af stashen der sku' sukker med til katten
Borrowed some of the stash that was supposed to sweeten things up for the cat
Woah, der' kun ting der ændrer sig
Woah, there are only a few things that change
Priserne tjald, lån bli'r til hælervarer
The prices on weed, loans turn into stolen goods
Ung ting forkæler mig, sikkert væk i morgen
Young thing spoils me, probably gone tomorrow
Fortabt i hendes smil mens hun slikker hen af ploven
Lost in her smile while she licks the plow
Yo
Yo
Toogtyve-hundrede alle dage
Twenty-two hundred every day
hvorfor fuck sku' vi falde af?
So why the fuck should we fall off?
Ingenting, det' en smal sag
Nothing, it's a piece of cake
Du hørt' jo godt, hva' de alle sagde
You heard what they all said
Toogtyve-hundrede alle dage
Twenty-two hundred every day
hvorfor fuck sku' vi falde af?
So why the fuck should we fall off?
Ingenting, det' en smal sag
Nothing, it's a piece of cake
Du hørt' jo godt. hva' de alle sagde
You heard what they all said
Yah, jeg stadig hundrede hen mic'en
Yeah, I'm still hundred on the mic
Hvorfor ska' vi snak', når du har glemt replikken?
Why should we talk when you've forgotten the line?
Venter en chance, som om uret ændrer tikken
Waiting for a chance, as if the clock changes its ticking
Kæmper for revanche, de har gluggerne kliken
Fighting for revenge, they got their eyes on the clique
Yo, og vi racer hen til kisten
Yo, and we're racing to the coffin
Hvil i fred derude til alle dem, der taber gnisten
Rest in peace out there to all those who lose their spark
Ingens top ti, men du ka' tro jeg dræber listen
Nobody's top ten, but you can bet I'm killing the list
Fin lort du kom med du burde sgu ta' og spis' den
Nice shit you came up with, you should really eat it
Yeah, la' mig tjek' i min kalender
Yeah, let me check my calendar
De snakker kun om penge, men har læk i begge ender
They only talk about money, but they're leaking at both ends
Plejede at sove længe mens vi festede gennem nætter
Used to sleep late while we partied through the nights
Nu drikker de derhjemm' mens de hænger sig i minder
Now they drink at home while they dwell on memories
Oh (skål)
Oh (cheers)
Og I ved hvor I ka' finde mig
And you know where you can find me
Kodeord for indgang, ka' kun se den indefra
Password for entry, can only see it from the inside
Bling har du ved godt hva' jeg mener
Bling, you know what I mean
Ikk' nogen problemer, hvis der ikk' er nogen scener
No problems if there are no scenes
Yo
Yo
Toogtyve-hundrede alle dage
Twenty-two hundred every day
hvorfor fuck sku' vi falde af?
So why the fuck should we fall off?
Ingenting, det' en smal sag
Nothing, it's a piece of cake
Du hørt' jo godt, hva' de alle sagde
You heard what they all said
Toogtyve-hundrede alle dage
Twenty-two hundred every day
hvorfor fuck sku' vi falde af?
So why the fuck should we fall off?
Ingenting, det' en smal sag
Nothing, it's a piece of cake
Du hørt' jo godt. hva' de alle sagde
You heard what they all said





Авторы: Niels-henrik Pesonen, Thomas Lehde


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