Текст и перевод песни Fattaru - Vafan Troru

Vafan Troru

Oh, Oh, S, Fattaru. 2001... Special Blend motherfuckers vad!
Mackan:
Okej, frst o frmst e de jag o min grupp o hade vi nnsin kmpat kunde vi sagt
Att vi tagit oss upp, men vi har alltid kickat hrt med en
Klackspark o jag kan inte r fr att allt jag nnsin lagt r tajt och nr jag
Str p scen och brudar skriker mitt namn, grabbarna dr bak droppar ingen
Flyter som han, och singeln sljer som korv p seven eleven p natten och spelas
I radion s 'stairway to heaven' o airplay genom fairplay s hll kften, hatare
Kan fortstta hata vi garvar t er, vi garvar t er o era besserwisser
Attityder, ni vill ha identitet inte musik, men jag frstr er nr ni lgger ner
Hela er sjl i rap, o hur ni n vrider o vnder p det blir det wap, gr runt o
Tnker p rhymes o snt dagligen, jag kommer till studion skriver o stter allt
P frsta tagningen, (vad) det handlar om knslan det handlar om flyt, det
Handlar om stil o har ni inte det s e inte rap din pryl, fr kan man inte rappa
Ska man inte rappa punkt, vi lmnar det dr vafan troru, helt jvla vad!
Ni borde sluta kra bounce (grabben, va troru?)
Jag gillar inte erat nya sound (grabben, va troru?)
Ni var bttre nr ni va underground (grabben, va troru?)
Sg (vafan troru, vafan troru)
Ni borde sluta kra bounce (grabben, va troru?)
Jag gillar inte erat nya sound (grabben, va troru?)
Ni var bttre nr ni va underground (kompis, va troru?)
Sg (vafan troru, vafan troru)
Mingus:
(Tta) hoppar ut ur duschen p hotellet, e redan n timme fr sen till
Soundcheket p stllet
(Nio) mste ta ett snack med festfixarn, fr fattaru klicken r aldrig dryga med
Gstlistan
(Tio) gittar vi till nrmaste kebabhak, ska krka snart men frst fylla
Magscken med snabbmat
(Elva) byter om till trja utan armar, fr att kicka dom stilar som alla borde-acap

Vafan Troru

Oh, Oh, It's, Fattaru. 2001... Special Blend motherfuckers what!
Mackan:
Okay, first of all it's me and my group and if we had ever fought we could have said
That we worked our way up, but we've always kicked hard with a
Heel kick and I can't help it that everything I've ever laid is tight and when I
Jump on stage and chicks scream my name, the guys in the back drop no
Floats like him, and the single sells like hot dogs at seven eleven at night and is played
On the radio like 'stairway to heaven' and airplay through fairplay so shut up, haters
Can continue to hate we laugh at you, we laugh at you and your know-it-all
Attitudes, you want identity not music, but I understand you when you put down
Your whole self in rap, and how you twist and turn on it becomes a weapon, walk around and
Thinking of rhymes and such daily, I come to the studio write and put everything
On the first take, (what) it's all about the feeling it's about flow, it
It's about style and if you don't have it then rap isn't your thing, because you can't rap
You shouldn't rap period, we leave it there what the hell do you think, what the hell!
You should stop trying to bounce (boy, what do you think?)
I don't like your new sound (boy, what do you think?)
You were better when you were underground (boy, what do you think?)
Say (what do you think, what do you think)
You should stop trying to bounce (boy, what do you think?)
I don't like your new sound (boy, what do you think?)
You were better when you were underground (buddy, what do you think?)
Say (what do you think, what do you think)
Mingus:
(This) jumps out of the shower at the hotel, is already an hour late for
Soundcheck on the spot
(Nine) must have a chat with the party arranger, because the Fattaru posse is never stingy with
Guest list
(Ten) we play guitar to the nearest kebab shop, should eat soon but first fill
Stomach with fast food
(Eleven) change into a sleeveless t-shirt, to kick the styles that everyone should-acap