Текст и перевод песни Fouli - Dag 1

Dag 1

Så fortæl mig, hvor min' morders hen'?
Hvorfor vil' de stop' os, når vi bar' prøver at skrab' kroner ind?, ey
For vi blev træt' af at vær' på bunden, bromand
Fuck at ha' det hel', vil bar' ha' lommerne tung', brormand
Fouli-Fouli, bare spørg dem, hvordan vi ligger flows
Hvordan vi rykked', siden vi var ind', og vi laved' de flous
Og nu 'det shows med hele holdet, khoya, nu' det shows
Glemmer aldrig de der tider, vi ikk' mangled' noget
Slap af, det går, ingen tvivl, vi' på
Så læng' vi ikk' sulter, er der ingen grund til den risiko
Stopper ikk' for nog', nej, vi hopper ikk' for nog'
Hvis det ikk' har noget med cirklen at gøre, så 'du ikk' nog'
Jeg si'r skud ud til min' dag-étter'
Dem i skolen, dem på gaden, dem der' bag ved mig
Dem der sagde til mig: "Fouli, hva' 'der galt med dig?"
Vi rykker rappers, fucking praktisk, brormand, tal til mig, wuh

For de ved, jeg ka' se, at de' udsat, så de holder sig langt væk, ey
Og selvom vi har valgt at leve livet farligt, stopper de os aldrig

Vi si'r: "Hey, så fortæl mig, hvor min morders hen?"
Ind på klubben, griber mikrofonen, og så' vi på igen (brr-brrr)
Vores kaliber er slet ikk' ligesom deres
Svært at lev' med smerten,
Ikk' at løb', for det' en der var bagerst igår, whoa
Fucking umuligt at stop' os
Alt for læng' har vi knoklet os ned til kroner, der voksed'
Khoya, vi' frisk' ud af junglen
Vi fra Nador til provinsen, ruller tunge, ja, hey
Vi si'r: Slap af DK, ingen tvivl, vi' på"
Så læng' vi ikk' sulter, er der ingen grund til den risiko
Fuck at vær' på bunden, render rundt helt blokken
Sammen med gutterne fra slum, deler hver en fucking kron'
Fouli
(Hver en fucking kron', Fouli, hver en fucking kron', Fouli)

Day 1

So tell me, where's my killer then?
Why do they want to stop us, when we're just trying to make some money, ey
Because we got tired of being at the bottom, bro
Fuck having it all, just want my pockets heavy, bro
Fouli-Fouli, just ask them how we lay down flows
How we moved, since we came in, and we made the flous
And now it's shows with the whole crew, khoya, now it's shows
Never forget those times, we didn't lack anything
Relax, it's going, no doubt, we're on
As long as we're not starving, there's no reason for the risk
Don't stop for anyone, no, we don't jump for anyone
If it has nothing to do with the circle, then you're not anyone
I'm sending shots to my day-ones
Those in school, those on the street, those behind me
Those who said to me: "Fouli, what's wrong with you?"
We're moving rappers, fucking practical, bro, talk to me, wuh

Because they know I can see they're vulnerable, so they stay away, ey
And even though we've chosen to live life dangerously, they never stop us

We say: "Hey, so tell me where my killer is?"
Into the club, grab the microphone, and then we're on again (brr-brrr)
Our caliber is not at all like theirs
Hard to live with the pain,
Not to run, because it's someone who was at the back yesterday, whoa
Fucking impossible to stop us
For too long we've grinded ourselves down to crowns that grew
Khoya, we're fresh out of the jungle
We're from Nador to the province, rolling heavy, yeah, hey
We say: Relax DK, no doubt, we're on"
As long as we're not starving, there's no reason for the risk
Fuck being at the bottom, running around the whole block
With the guys from the slums, sharing every fucking crown'
Fouli
(Every fucking crown', Fouli, every fucking crown', Fouli)