Текст и перевод песни Kontra feat. Treca Smjena Crew - Kako Je Kod Tebe

Kako Je Kod Tebe

KONTRA
Prazne flaše po podu ćikova puna pepeljara
Tako ispustimo bijes često smo na rubu nerava
Zrelost prerana, kod mene odrasta se brzo
Mentalitet prevara samo bahato i drsko
Trampa za vutru, život za raju i mahalu
Hasl all day uzmi papka u tramvaju
Jebi mu mater lajavu, rajvoSa, Sparta, 300
Pusti priču da je to spoj zapad istok
Gradska djeca, papci, seljaci, seljačine
Knjige. štikle, smartphone i utoke i palice
Išarani zidovi FE, STF, djeca trče kroz prolaza da ih gazda ne stigne
Nema tog lika kojeg grad nije usis'o
Nema tog lika kojeg grad nije sustig'o
Nema tog lika koji je u tom gradu uspio
Kako je kod mene brate totalno ludilo
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Vjerovatno k'o i kod mene, brate
SANTOS
Milion stvari je na umu k'o da slušam kapitalca
Ako pas ima svoj dan skinite mi lance
Neću gledati sa distance sve te face iz Oriflame-a
Nacrtali osmijeh ali duše nigdje nema
Eto nam dijaspore sad furaju se Titovom
Maternji jezik pričaju ni Bog ih ne bi titlovo
Nasmijani, veseli troše pare na godišnjem
Otišli iz rata a mi još tražimo sklonište
Djeca ne znaju za Sidrana ni za Mak-a Dizdara
Bosno moja divna, mila, lijepa, gizdava
Al znaju za stihove neke tamo pjevačice
A kod tebe su još uvijek moje gaćice
Tuđim životima se bavimo, niko od nas nije doktor
Hiljadu tračeva o sebi ovdje dobiješ na poklon
Ko je oteo i pokr'o, čija majka vunu prede
Imam dovoljno problema za te prosto mi se ...aaa
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Vjerovatno k'o i kod mene, brate
SAJFER
Svaka mahala je mala, Zlaja zna šta ima
Pola cigara pola trava pa je sreća oblak dima
Kad je veća gotovina veće brige s drotovima
Crne vreće s glock-ovima pa se tako traži izlaz
Iz mene bije rima generacije da podignem
Svaki dan se jedno rodi ali jedno pogine
Umjesto sisa bolje da napušu mozgove
Cure bez morala buše ko vazdušne đonove
Majmune, klaune, viđam ih i kada i nije cirkus
Moj grad vrti u krug nezaustavljiv ciklus
Još jedan život urezan u ciglu
Oni što te ubiju će da ti spomenik dignu
Imaš nešto para staviš sve na kvotu jedan
Pa bude nešto para zapališ u bloku jedan
Moj kraj gledam puno za životom kasni
Zlaja naleti po nekad evo ja častim
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Kako je kod tebe?
Vjerovatno k'o i kod mene, brate

How Are Things With You?

KONTRA
Empty bottles on the floor, ashtray full of butts
That's how we let out anger, often on the edge of our nerves
Premature maturity, around here we grow up fast
Mentality of deceit, just arrogant and bold
Trade for weed, life for the crew and the hood
Hustle all day, pickpocket on the tram
Fuck his yapping mother, rajvoSa, Sparta, 300
Forget the story that it's a mix of West and East
City kids, suckers, peasants, rednecks
Books, heels, smartphones and guns and batons
Scribbled walls FE, STF, kids running through passages so the boss doesn't catch them
There's no one this city hasn't sucked in
There's no one this city hasn't caught up with
There's no one who has made it in this city
How are things with me, bro? Total madness
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
Probably like with me, bro
SANTOS
A million things on my mind, like I'm listening to Capital
If every dog has its day, take off my chains
I won't watch from a distance all those faces from Oriflame
They drew a smile, but there's no soul anywhere
Here's our diaspora, now they're driving around Tito's
They speak their mother tongue, even God wouldn't subtitle them
Smiling, cheerful, spending money on vacation
They left the war, and we're still looking for shelter
Kids don't know about Sidran or Mak Dizdar
My Bosnia, beautiful, dear, pretty, elegant
But they know the lyrics of some singer over there
And you still have my panties
We meddle in other people's lives, none of us are doctors
You get a thousand gossips about yourself here as a gift
Who stole and covered, whose mother spins wool
I have enough problems, I just don't care...aaa
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
Probably like with me, bro
SAJFER
Every hood is small, Zlaja knows what's up
Half a cigarette, half weed, and happiness is a cloud of smoke
When there's more cash, there are bigger worries with the cops
Black bags with Glocks, that's how we look for a way out
Rhyme beats out of me, to raise generations
Every day one is born, but one dies
Instead of breasts, it's better to blow their brains out
Girls without morals pierce like air soles
Monkeys, clowns, I see them even when it's not a circus
My city spins in a circle, an unstoppable cycle
Another life carved into the brick
Those who kill you will build you a monument
You have some money, you put it all on odds of one
Then there's some money, you light it up in block one
My end, I see a lot, it's late for life
Zlaja comes by sometimes, here, I'll treat you
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
Probably like with me, bro