Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - Ona je bomba

Ona je bomba

Najbolji stil, najbolji deliveri
Kad cuju glas, skacu cak i hipsteri
Svi vole kada ga zabiberim
Fmjam, ostajemo lideri

Hejtere zakucam kao da su ziceri
Niste losi ali konkurencija niste mi
Moji fanovi svi ste vi
Znate mi album napamet, haj, budte iskreni

Mi po gasu, vi vozite u leru
Koncert ti je kurac, ne mos dic atmosferu
Znam disaj Frenkija i Edu
Mozda ti to ozivi karijeru

Vase cure nase albume imaju
Dodju na koncert i hoce da se slikaju
Za potpis i nas broj pitaju
Au, hoce da se pipaju

Refren
Ulazim u klub i ne mogu da se snadjem
Pogledam na sank, pa konobaru mahnem
Meni daj majk, a Soulu gajbu piva
I pokazi, brate, gdje je ta bina

A kad se DJ spoji i mikrofoni moji
Onda sve gori, samo ritam rima, care
Drugo nista ne postoji
Jer ovo se voli

Glavatar na majku, Fmjam sam interventna
Posalju me, ja poderem solo i bez benda
Imam legacy Nintenda i ne prestajem nikad
Dodjem ko Edo Maajka, odem ko Edo gigant

Posle mene drugi ti zvuce ko pirat
Ja sam jedan od onih sto nove ne mora ni snimat
Rijedak ko zirant, imam skila za dilat
Ja sam antifasizam ako me moras sortirat

Glavatar na majku, care najbolji u fahu
Odradim jedan trening, pa te poderem u sahu
Deset puncheva po dahu, skuham freestyle na sabahu
Stavi kocku secera i jednog Billaina u prahu

I mijesaj, popij, okreni, ogledaj
Mi smo vamo ispred, evo ti dvogleda
Ne moze bolje ba, ne mogu bolje ba
Fmjam je ovdje, a druge iza samo poredaj

She's a bomb

Best style, best delivery
When I hear the voice, even hipsters jump
Everybody loves it when I spice it up
Fmjam, we stay leaders

I nail haters like they are chickpeas
You're not bad, but you're no competition for me
All of you are my fans
You know my album by heart, come on, be honest

We're on the gas, you're driving in the mud
Your concert sucks, don't try to create an atmosphere
I know the breath of Frenkie and Edu
Maybe that will revive your career

Your girls have our albums
They come to the concert and want to take pictures
They ask for an autograph and our number
Oh, they want to touch themselves

Chorus
I enter the club and can't find my way around
I look at the bar, and wave to the waiter
Give me a mic, and Soul a crate of beer
And show me, bro, where the stage is

And when the DJ connects and my mics
Then everything burns, only rhythm rhyme, man
Nothing else exists
Because it's loved

Headbang on the mother, Fmjam is the intervention
They send me, I tear the solo without a band
I have the legacy of Nintendo and never stop
I come like Edo Maajka, I leave like Edo giant

After me, others sound like a pirate
I'm one of those who doesn't need to record new ones
Rare like zirant, I have skills for dilation
I am anti-fascism if you have to sort me

Headbang on the mother, the best in the profession
I do one workout, and then I tear you down in chess
Ten punches per breath, I cook freestyle in the morning
Put a cube of sugar and one Billine in powder

And mix, drink, turn, watch
We're here in front of you, here's some binoculars
It can't be better, it can't be better
Fmjam is here, and others just line up behind