Текст и перевод песни Jala - Da mi Je (feat. Buba Corelli)

Da mi Je (feat. Buba Corelli)

Corelli
Čujem dušmani govore Cora omekšo,
Samo sam čeko da kažeš nešto pogrešno,
Najveći problem u tom je što,
Ne znam bil' te puk'o štocem il' nožem zbo, jer to je to,

Predaleko od prosjeka smo, poseban flow,
Ponovo novo zlo spremamo,
Kad nas pjesma pogodi mi popnemo se na sto,
Pucamo dok goste ne otjeramo,

Zajebo se svako k'o nama zamjerio je,
Moglo bi da bude ranjenih Vildane mi moje,
Ja vodim dame tri tvoje, sve rado na meni znoje,
Da sjede same u stanu i da pare mi broje,

Planovi se kroje, u klubu se fanovi znoje,
ženama našim u gaćama naši gun-ovi stoje,
Jebemo mamu onome k'o nas ošmeko je,
Biće krvi do koljena kad budemo saznali ko je.

Jala
Kokain da dam da radi me, danda ne valja,
Daj mi gun da sa nama banda mahala nam k'o Uganda,
Skandal,

Palim po halama ko vandal,
Na drum kada ga dam nakomadam ga,
Napadam, napuće vam lobanja na komada dva,

Volja k'o željezo, k'o bona da trese po nama,
Ona plese gola nam k'o da je Copacabana,

I piromane zapalim ne bili bi po mana,
Crveni tepih pod nama, da dva manjih ponjela,
Snimaju razgovora MUP-a pala je dojava,

Kad ulete soma dam da vade me odma van,
Da kum nam um kuje, da u klub naduvan,
Ma ni šum više ne čujem ne da um naduvan,

Žalim um, sad ko bude lud za dvoje,
Pa ćemo da vidimo čija će majka da zakuka,

Kad ti odvode brata grudi mu probija bol,
Ne stoj, zovi advokata da ne dobije ono,
što bi na dno kad ima tron, svjedok je Bog,
Bio sam dobar al dobar najebe, jebote to,

Pa zato daj nam pare, kola i puške,
Prozore na pola spuštene, rolam sa dvije kučke
Tetovirane felge, tetovirane ručke,
ćelave glave, čale, moji se vazda kurče, haha.

Da mi Je (feat. Buba Corelli)

Corelli
I hear the haters talking, Cora is getting soft
Just waiting for you to say something wrong
Biggest problem is that,
I don't know if I'll hit you with a stick or stab you with a knife, because that's it

We are far from average, special flow,
Preparing a new evil again,
When the song hits us, we get on the table,
We shoot until we scare the guests away

Everyone who messed with us got fucked,
Vildane, my girls, could get hurt
I take your three ladies, they all like to sweat on me,
To sit alone in the apartment and count my money

Plans are being made, fans are sweating in the club,
Our guns are in our women's panties
Fuck the mother of the one who softened us,
There will be blood up to our knees when we find out who it is.

Jala
Give me cocaine to work, the blunt is not good,
Give me a gun so that the gang with us is waving like Uganda,
Scandal,

I burn through the halls like a vandal,
When I hit it on the road, I break it into pieces
I attack, I split your skull into two pieces

Will like iron, like a bomb to shake us
She dances naked for us like it's Copacabana,

And pyromaniacs, I light them up, so they don't get away from me
Red carpet under us, so the two smaller ones can carry it,
They're recording our conversations, the police received a tip,

When the SWAT team rushes in, give me a ride out of here,
That my godfather forges an alibi for us, that we get blown out in the club,
But I can't even hear the noise anymore, not that my mind is blown

I'm sorry, now who will be crazy for two,
Let's see whose mother will cry,

When they take your brother away, his chest aches
Don't stop, call a lawyer so he doesn't get what,
he would get to the bottom when he has a throne, God is my witness,
I was good, but good fucks up, damn it,

So give us money, cars and guns
Half-open windows, rolling with two bitches
Tattooed rims, tattooed handles,
bald heads, dudes, my homies always have fun, haha.