Текст и перевод песни Kube - Delhi

Delhi

Delhi,
Flow.
Uh, uh, uh
Kraindaan iha hunal, tulin mestoille iha eri junal.
Nii kostee et levyn nimi ois pitäny olla Tsunami flow.
Hei mitä sä teet Kube? No mä surffaan näil biiteil boi.
Sä voit mennä youtubeen surffaan mun videoit.
Mä juoksen tätä paskaa niin ku mul kiire ois.
Sä et oo yhtä smuutti vaik sä kylpisit niveois.
Eli hei, mite ois jos lopettaisit tähä?
Ostaisit mun levyn ja sit kasvattaisit swägää.
Haluut tehä jotai douppii? No hei kasvata vaik dägää.
Sä voit ostaa sitä mulle nii saat pätäkkää sun spägää.
Mun flow on likanen, mun flow on nasty, mun flow on likanen ku Delhi.
Flow likanen Delhi.
Flow, Delhi.
Flow likanen ku Meksiko, kun swägäytän mun pontso pääl.
Mun kotikulmat on ---, mun flow likanen ku korsoman.
Ois torso, torson pääl.
Jos nää biitit ois ihmisii,
Murhamies,
Muttet pysty murhaa mies mun fiiliksii.
Mun flow sotkunen, flow paskanen, flow likanen ku Delhi.
Jos sun flow laitettais flowtestii sun flow ei tulis siit selvii.
Mun flow on niin uus flow et sitä koitetaa viel keksii.
Sun flow matkii muita, hei haluuks sun flow keksin?
Mä en pysty enää kuunnella yhtäkää räppärii.
Eli jos sä painat playta nii tossaa mulle ämpäri.
Nonii nyt on laattaa mun ysifemma filal.
Sun flow koitti tappaa mun vibat.
Tosi kiva hei joulu on pilal.

Delhi

Delhi,
Flow.
Uh, uh, uh
I'm practicing my art, stepping up my game from the start.
My next record should've been called Tsunami flow, the beats are so raw.
What do you think you're doing, love? I'm riding the waves of these beats.
You can catch me surfing my videos on YouTube, watch me on the streets.
I'm spitting these rhymes so fast, I feel like I'm in a race.
Your flow may be smooth, but it's nowhere near my grace.
So why don't you give it up, honey?
Buy my album and start to upgrade your money.
Looking for a buzz? Grow some weed, it's a reliable bunny.
You can buy it from me, I'll give you a good price, just give me the money.
My flow is dirty, my flow is nasty, my flow is as filthy as Delhi.
Flow like Delhi.
Flow, Delhi.
My flow is as filthy as Mexico, my swag is on point, you can't be me, hoe.
My neighborhood is the slickest, my flow is as filthy as the thickest.
On top of the torso, on the torso's back.
If these beats were people,
I'd be a murderer,
But you can't kill the feelings I've got for you, no sir.
My flow is messy, my flow is trashy, my flow is as filthy as Delhi.
If your flow was put to the test, it wouldn't survive, you'd fail, honey bee.
My flow is so new, no one can seem to find it.
Your flow copies others, do you need me to remind it?
I can't listen to another rapper, they all sound the same.
So, if you're thinking of playing something, please give me a bucket, man.
Now I'm spitting fire in my 95 Corolla.
Your flow tried to kill my vibe.
Merry Christmas, by the way, I'm glad you liked my song.