Текст и перевод песни DMS - Kardio

Kardio

DMS
Jedno bezkofeinove latéčko poprosím.

Zatiaľ, čo davaš si kardio, maš legíny, tvoj
Bicykel sa nehýbe a vyzeráš jak gay-ay-aay,
My nemusíme žiť takýto fejk.

Tvoje kardio, verím, že v tom bydliš, že
Ti neni zle, no aj tak každý vidí, že si fejk-ej-eejk,
My bereme jak kardio ten stejk.

Žereme jak stejk ten stage, inak to nejde,
Bordel jak Iron Maden, nejsme faded,
Jediné, čo nám nejde, je asi iba breakdance,
Okrem toho máme všetky elementy, bejbeee.

Oukej eej,
DMS je selfmade,
Nikto neni faker,
Rodina, ne label.

Pred party s nami ulož si čislo na piatu,
Na pol šiestu dojde nechuť,
Potom odnesú ťa v mechu.

(Prikryjú ťa termoplachtov.)

(Tomu ver. Ty obyčajný smrtelník.)

Sme rodina jak Shizzle my nizzlove sestry eeu,
Potom after, kardio, čert nikdy nespí, vieš,
Na tom stagei jak vykurvený, besný pes,
Sme úplne hovadá, hovorím bez pičeee.

Na turné bolo na mňa, brácho, 16 000,
Smutnučký ostal z toho nejeden kokotek,
Dlhé roky na vrchole scény, stále nejsom piči,
Som LeBron James SK rapu, tak to pochopte.

Bodám tie alley oopy o betón,
Už od tej doby, keď sme malovali s koetom,
Dám to aj po flaši rumu, čo brzdím moetom,
Kým chlapci zažierajú Rohypnoly kolesom.

Je to jak insanity kardio
Není sranda udýchať tie riadky boy
Videl som tvoju show strašne to
Jebať na nich, všetci vedia, kto je tu šampión.

Cítim to kardio, je to návyk,
Každá gádžiboy sa chce páriť,
ľúbia sa krútiť jak vyjebaný závit,
Lebo cítia tú hudbu, kým ty cítiš závisť,
Eeeo, každý deň sobota,
Neviem, čo s tebou,
Keď si kus kokota,
My si ideme to kardio,
A ty sa odmotaj, eeeo.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
DMS Prepáčte.

Najlepšia párty je tam, kde hráme,
Dvojdňový after, tak stiahni záves,
Silvester máme tak každý pátek,
Dojdeš k nám, tak si napíš závet.

Lebo tak to máme my,
Hajzli tupí, daj mi piť,
Texty sú hovná a aj riť,
Nepovedia ti nič, prepáčte mi to naveky.

Cítim to kardio, je to návyk,
Každá gádžiboy sa chce páriť,
ľúbia sa krútiť jak vyjebaný závit,
Lebo cítia tú hudbu, kým ty cítiš závisť,
Eeeo, každý deň sobota,
Neviem, čo s tebou,
Keď si kus kokota,
My si ideme to kardio,
A ty sa odmotaj, eeeo.

Cardio

DMS
One decaf latte, please.

While you're doing cardio, wearing your leggings, your
Bike ain't moving and you look kinda gay-ay-aay,
We don't need to live this fake life.

Your cardio, I believe you live in it, that
You don't feel bad, but everyone can see you're fake-ay-eejk,
We take steak as our cardio.

We eat the stage like a steak, there's no other way,
Messy like Iron Maiden, we're not faded,
The only thing we can't do is probably just breakdance,
Besides that, we have all the elements, baby.

Okay eej,
DMS is self-made,
Nobody's a faker,
Family, not a label.

Before the party with us, save the number for five,
At half past five, disgust will come,
Then they'll carry you away in moss.

(They'll cover you with a thermal blanket.)

(Believe that. You ordinary mortal.)

We're family like the Shizzle my nizzlove sisters eeu,
Then afterparty, cardio, the devil never sleeps, you know,
On that stage like a fucking mad dog,
We're complete idiots, I'm saying it without a bitch.

On tour, there were 16,000 on me, bro,
Many a cockatoo was left sad,
Long years at the top of the scene, I'm still not a bitch,
I'm the LeBron James of SK rap, so understand that.

I'm stabbing those alley oops on the concrete,
Ever since we were painting with Koet,
I'll do it even after a bottle of rum, which I slow down with Moet,
While the boys are downing Rohypnol with wheels.

It's like insanity cardio
It's not fun to breathe those lines, boy
I saw your show, it was terrible
Fuck them, everyone knows who the champion is here.

I feel that cardio, it's an addiction,
Every gadjigirl wants to mate,
They love to twist like a fucking screw,
Because they feel the music, while you feel envy,
Eeeo, every day is Saturday,
I don't know what to do with you,
When you're a piece of shit,
We're going to do that cardio,
And you unwind, eeeo.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
DMS Sorry.

The best party is where we play,
Two-day afterparty, so pull the curtains,
We have New Year's Eve every Friday,
If you come to us, write your will.

Because that's how we do it,
Stupid assholes, give me a drink,
The lyrics are shit and so is the ass,
They won't tell you anything, forgive me for that forever.

I feel that cardio, it's an addiction,
Every gadjigirl wants to mate,
They love to twist like a fucking screw,
Because they feel the music, while you feel envy,
Eeeo, every day is Saturday,
I don't know what to do with you,
When you're a piece of shit,
We're going to do that cardio,
And you unwind, eeeo.