Текст и перевод песни Drill feat. Burke - Delavska Klasa

Delavska Klasa

Jaz sem, delavska klasa, delavska praksa
Umazanih rok, a pokončnega stasa
Dimi se basa, indo grassa
Che te passa, prevzamem majk, da ta plac zahajca

Vokalni dirigent je u giru mona
Hočejo bit, ko jaz ne obstaja ta šablona
Dovolj mam, zato tak flow mam, ki piči sto na uro
Za nategnit curo, vedno duro, bitch!

Nered i stoka, v avtu mi poka
Muzika je droga, jaz dilam po stotkah
Služim svoj keš, ni u giru soca
Moreš probat, ker je to življenje kocka

Kače so v travi, pa pazim kje gazi noga
In vem, kdo iz gira iz kroga mi stoji ob strani
In kdo od njih se postavi zame v galami
Hočem videt roke v dvorani, naj čujem mi smo

Delavska klasa, high od indo grassa
Rokamo ta majk, izven delavnega časa
Samo da se redno plača, kamen na kamen je palača
Samo da ni minus, da se splača

Vse se trese, ta zvok se prime na zavese
Obalno sranje, v studiu dela plesen
Ko plima te odnesem na plejse
Drill od vedno reprezenta podzemlje

Podtalno ko guat mona, ko skat mona
Iz livad mona, tko da ne mi srat mona
Tretja solo plata, trese vn iz avta
Bitchass to pojačaj, ko greš mimo kvarta

Noben si nebi upal stavit takrat name
Zdej prihajam skozi kable, radio postaje
Ma kaj boš ti uspel mona, neki yo, yo
Zdej isti tej ljudje pridejo na moj show

Kdo je kdo, roke pod strop
Tu jebeno vroč, kot krop, doktor
Sezuje te ko zokno, gifta odpri okno
Na ulici u giru, kjer je moj folk, razumeš?

Delavska klasa, high od indo grassa
Rokamo ta majk, izven delavnega časa
Samo da se redno plača, kamen na kamen je palača
Samo da ni minus, da se splača

Mi smo delavska klasa, minimalna plača
Pa se obrača ta dnar, da se plata štampa (ej)
Pa makar jo dam đaba, koga smeta, smeta
Živim ta rap brat, mam zvite kilometrine na metar

Lačen rembrandt, na treku mi vidiš rebra
Sm pršu po svoje, pa ne dovolim si vzemati vn iz žepa
Nikad, če podpiraš rispekt brat, če nimaš ti šenkam
Zadeva mora krožit, buraz štekaš

Ah! Če gledaj, ponovi korake
To sranje drkamo enajst let, danes filamo place
Kuzla. Luda skunja iz obale
To živimo, pihamo granate v centru prage

Bitch, folk pljuva v ledja, ker večina zadaj ostane
Burke jede govna, đole nimam časa zate
Nemam, samo delam, snemam, še vedno punim svoj grinder
Ker to je "Pičkin dim" bitch, naslov nove plate!

Delavska klasa, high od indo grassa
Rokamo ta majk, izven delavnega časa
Samo da se redno plača, kamen na kamen je palača
Samo da ni minus, da se splača

Working Class

I'm the working class, working practice
Dirty hands, but upright stature
The bass is smoking, indo grass
If you pass, I take the mic so this place gets lit

Vocal conductor is in the hood, mona
They want to be like me, this template doesn't exist
I've had enough, that's why I have such a flow that stings a hundred an hour
To pull a chick, always hard, bitch!

Chaos and moans, in the car she shows me
Music is a drug, I'm dealing by hundreds
I earn my cash, no handouts in the hood
You have to try, because this life is a gamble

Snakes are in the grass, so I watch where my foot steps
And I know who from the hood stands by my side
And who will stand up for me in the galleries
I want to see hands in the hall, let me hear we are

Working class, high from indo grass
We're rocking this mic, outside of working hours
As long as it pays regularly, stone by stone is a palace
As long as it's not a minus, it's worth it

Everything is shaking, this sound clings to the curtains
Coastal bullshit, mold is working in the studio
Like a tide I take you to the places
Drill has always represented the underground

Underground like guat mona, like skat mona
From the meadows mona, so you don't shit on me
Third solo record, shakes out of the car
Bitchass turn it up when you pass the block

No one would have dared to bet on me then
Now I'm coming through the cables, radio stations
What are you gonna do, mona, some yo, yo
Now these same people come to my show

Who is who, hands to the ceiling
Fucking hot here, like boiling water, doctor
Takes you off like a window, open the gift window
On the street in the hood, where my folks are, you know?

Working class, high from indo grass
We're rocking this mic, outside of working hours
As long as it pays regularly, stone by stone is a palace
As long as it's not a minus, it's worth it

We are the working class, minimum wage
But this money turns around so the salary gets printed (hey)
Even if I give it away for free, who cares, cares
I live this rap bro, I got twisted miles per meter

Hungry rembrandt, you can see my ribs on the track
I shower my own way, and I don't let anyone take it out of my pocket
Never, if you support respect bro, if you don't have bars
The thing has to circulate, bro, you dig

Ah! If you're watching, repeat the steps
We've been jerking this shit for eleven years, today we're filling up places
Kuzla. Crazy skunja from the coast
We live this, blowing up grenades in the center of Prague

Bitch, people are spitting in the back, because most of them stay behind
Burke eats shit, I don't have time for you, đole
I don't, I just work, record, still filling my grinder
Cause this is "Pičkin dim" bitch, the title of the new record!

Working class, high from indo grass
We're rocking this mic, outside of working hours
As long as it pays regularly, stone by stone is a palace
As long as it's not a minus, it's worth it