Текст и перевод песни Gleb feat. Luna, Fobia Kid, Big Horse & Kaput - Vypadni z mojho gauču

Vypadni z mojho gauču

Já mám skill ako dostať tvoj mozog do varu
Na majku ťa zničím jak víkend na Orave
A otvára sa mi vo vačku veľká dýka
Keď biletári mlátia mojich fanúšikov
Mám skill ako dostať tvoj mozog do varu
Na majku ťa zničím jak víkend na Orave
A otvára sa mi vo vačku veľká dýka
Keď biletári mlátia mojich fanúšikov

To som ja a moje debilné stories
Ktorých je veľa, ale tie najlepšie si asi zoberiem so sebou do hrobu
Alebo až na tretí album
Zatiaľ sa maj a vypadni z môjho gauču
To som ja a moje debilné stories
Ktorých je veľa, ale tie najlepšie si asi zoberiem so sebou do hrobu
Alebo až na tretí album
Zatiaľ sa maj a vypadni z môjho gauču

Silvester, dom, čakáme, kedy to skončí
Bighorse-ovi padá na zem vianočný stromček
Začínam byť odpálený ako zombie
Fobiovi zachvíľu napálim bombu, jee
Dekel má vybité baterky
Nahrávame nové hovno v Ružomberku
A začínam byť taký lenivý dick
Že som si musel zavolať fellákov na feat

Naša parta na kalbách je one love
Dymer Madafaker v klube taguje po dverách, jak farár
Na Instagrame mi píše ďalšia šlapka
No ja nie som Maťo Glváč, já nebudem jej maznák
Po showkach som behal už v maturitnom ročníku
Jedného dňa mi to spočíta môj organizmus
Prejebeme ti na bare tvoju vkladnú knižku
Glebiak a Dogma, užívaj si hymnu

Stále som nováčík, nové Najky, nová chick
Ja som nový zákon - hovor mi Biblia Kid
V nonstopke do seba tankujeme čapáky
Biggiemu som rozjebal polku obývačky
Od nového roka nejdem asi vážne piť
Urobím si vodičák a zariadím si byt
Urobil som mixtape za mesiac ako king
V autobuse napísal slohu na nový Glebov shit

Zobudil som sa po kalbe, ožratý a idem von
Nechcem sa najebať no a zasa mi to nevyšlo
Je nedeľa večer a ja s veľkou radosťou
Počúvam nové tracky od napiču rapperov
Dobre sa vám vy kokoti šaškuje pred kamerou
Nevadí, že nemáte bars ale máte barberov
Bighorse je pripravený rozpútať teror
Ste bez šance, ja vás rozjebem Sarajevo

Kaput MT majk idem fast rap live
Opäť do rána v štúdiu lebo neviem spať
Pijem tretí Spark a nahrávam svoj part
V Ružomberku to bolo party-hard
Idem ako Sonic Hedgehog
Zdravím Šlukáša500 s ktorým som prežil detstvo
Na sluchátkách Deftones
Ružinovskí psi in the house
Moje mesto
Rýchly život, rýchle BPM
Moje heslo

6 koncertov za víkend je na mňa veľký hardcore
Pýtam sa Mareka, kde je organizátor
Hm, kto je tento pomalý magor?
Má nervózny ksicht, keď mi hovorí "Ahoj."
Aah, Gleb, super set, ale vieš, celá vec sa má takto
Nemám pri sebe dostatok prachov
Musel som dačím platiť svojich opitých fellákov
(Oh shit) zvukára a sekuriťákov
Bla bla, okej dobre, už mi povedz, kde je hotel
Rád by som si ľahol, ospalý jak dement
Berem z backstage-u svoj Pereg
A štartujeme auto
Ščipo za volantom, mi hovorí, že musíme skratkou
Skrz celý festival a ja sedím na zadnom
Počas toho telefonujem s Yakshom
Čumieť na vás z okna je také funny
Vidím rozbité stany
Vidím fanúšikov v mojom merchi
Ako skáču na dnb stage-i
Vidím Toi-Toi-ky a týpka, ako pri nich leží
Opúšťame areál a vonku padá dážď
Ja mám v ruke fľašku a začínam spať
Aaa, cítim sa ako v tom opustenom supermarkete
V ktorom sme sedávali ako malí na streche
Pozerali odtiaľ na stanice, vlaky
Opustené továrne a paneláky
V ktorých som zažil nejednu debilnú after-party
Už si nepamätám s kým, ani okolnosti
Ale podľa všetkého sme boli mega sprostí
A predomnou mesto, v ktorom sa zrodil môj štýl
(Bratislava)

Já mám skill ako dostať tvoj mozog do varu
Na majku ťa zničím jak víkend na Orave
A otvára sa mi vo vačku veľká dýka
Keď biletári mlátia mojich fanúšikov
Mám skill ako dostať tvoj mozog do varu
Na majku ťa zničím jak víkend na Orave
A otvára sa mi vo vačku veľká dýka
Keď biletári mlátia mojich fanúšikov

To som ja a moje debilné stories
Ktorých je veľa, ale tie najlepšie si asi zoberiem so sebou do hrobu
Alebo až na tretí album
Zatiaľ sa maj a vypadni z môjho gauču
To som ja a moje debilné stories
Ktorých je veľa, ale tie najlepšie si asi zoberiem so sebou do hrobu
Alebo až na tretí album
Zatiaľ sa maj a vypadni z môjho gauču

Get off my couch

I've got the skill to get your brain boiling
On the mic, I'll destroy you like a weekend in Orava
And a big knife opens up in my pocket
When ticket collectors beat up my fans
I've got the skill to get your brain boiling
On the mic, I'll destroy you like a weekend in Orava
And a big knife opens up in my pocket
When ticket collectors beat up my fans

It's me and my stupid stories
There are many, but I'll probably take the best ones to the grave with me
Or until the third album
In the meantime, take care and get off my couch
It's me and my stupid stories
There are many, but I'll probably take the best ones to the grave with me
Or until the third album
In the meantime, take care and get off my couch

New Year's Eve, home, we're waiting for it to end
Bighorse's Christmas tree is falling to the ground
I'm starting to get stoned like a zombie
I'm about to hit Fabio with a bomb, yeah
Dekel's batteries are dead
We're recording new shit in Ružomberok
And I'm starting to become such a lazy dick
That I had to call the fellas for a feat

Our party on pills is one love
Dymer Madafaker in the club tags the doors like a priest
Another chick is writing to me on Instagram
Well, I'm not Maťo Glváč, I won't be her boytoy
I've been running around after shows since my senior year of high school
One day my body will count it all up
We'll blow your savings account at the bar
Glebiak and Dogma, enjoy the anthem

I'm still a rookie, new Nikes, new chick
I'm the new law - call me Bible Kid
We're pumping beers into ourselves at the non-stop
I trashed half of Biggie's living room
I'm probably not going to drink seriously from the new year
I'll get my driver's license and get myself an apartment
I made a mixtape in a month like a king
Wrote a verse for a new Gleb shit on the bus

I woke up after a party, drunk, and I'm going out
I don't want to get drunk, but it didn't work out again
It's Sunday night and I'm with great pleasure
Listening to new tracks by shitty rappers
You guys are good at clowning around in front of the camera
It doesn't matter that you don't have bars, but you have barbers
Bighorse is ready to unleash terror
You don't stand a chance, I'll crush you like Sarajevo

Kaput MT mic, I'm going fast rap live
Up again until morning in the studio because I can't sleep
Drinking my third Spark and recording my part
It was a party-hard in Ružomberok
I'm going like Sonic Hedgehog
Greetings to Šlukáša500 with whom I spent my childhood
Deftones on the headphones
Ružinov dogs in the house
My city
Fast life, fast BPM
My motto

6 gigs in a weekend is hardcore for me
I ask Marek, where is the organizer
Hmm, who is this slow dude?
He has a nervous face when he says "Hi" to me
Aah, Gleb, great set, but you know, the whole thing is like this
I don't have enough cash on me
I had to pay my drunk fellas with something
(Oh shit) sound engineer and security guards
Blah blah, okay good, just tell me where the hotel is
I'd like to lie down, sleepy as a fool
I'm taking my Pereg from backstage
And we're starting the car
Ščipo at the wheel, he tells me we have to take a shortcut
Through the whole festival and I'm sitting in the back
While on the phone with Yaksh
Looking at you from the window is so funny
I see broken tents
I see fans in my merch
Jumping on the dnb stage
I see Toi-Toi-s and a dude lying by them
We're leaving the area and it's raining outside
I have a bottle in my hand and I'm starting to sleep
Aaa, I feel like in that abandoned supermarket
Where we used to sit on the roof as kids
We watched the stations, trains from there
Abandoned factories and blocks of flats
Where I experienced more than one stupid after-party
I don't remember with whom, nor the circumstances
But apparently we were mega stupid
And before me is the city where my style was born
(Bratislava)

I've got the skill to get your brain boiling
On the mic, I'll destroy you like a weekend in Orava
And a big knife opens up in my pocket
When ticket collectors beat up my fans
I've got the skill to get your brain boiling
On the mic, I'll destroy you like a weekend in Orava
And a big knife opens up in my pocket
When ticket collectors beat up my fans

It's me and my stupid stories
There are many, but I'll probably take the best ones to the grave with me
Or until the third album
In the meantime, take care and get off my couch
It's me and my stupid stories
There are many, but I'll probably take the best ones to the grave with me
Or until the third album
In the meantime, take care and get off my couch