Текст и перевод песни MCN - Tona Dinamita

Tona Dinamita

Ovo nije Hip-Hop, ovo je tona dinamita,
Ovo je jebeni dop, koji te rola danima,
Tvoj je mozak istangliran, moja rima je prangija,
Kad me ima je panika, kad me nema letargija,
Ja sam jebeni hit, mene volis da slusas,
Drugih si repera sit, mene zedan ko susa,
Moji ljudi su pravi, prave prava sranja,
Misevi su glavni, onda kada nema lava,
Ja mozda ne znam zasto, danasnji klinci lice,
Trenerka sa air-maxom, i napumpani biceps,
Snimi ekipu bato, svi su iste price,
Sve sto sija je zlato, nemoj da lazu te vise,
Ovo nije repcuga, ovo je przenje po bitu,
Srce velikog precnika, spaja beton i elitu,
Glumci skinite smiku, sranje je totalno sirovo,
N je opet u timu, krace je vreme mirovo!

Zna me grad, zna te grad,
Vole svi, ovaj rad,
Slusa N-a i to sam ja,
Ajmo svi, ruke sad,
(AJMO RUKE GORE)
Ja samo stojim i gledam,
(AJMO RUKE GORE)
Svi znaju ko je broj 1.

Ovo nije hip-hop, ovo je udar tornada,
Ovo gruva ko top, na bitu odmah i sada,
Od grada do grada, basiviti garda,
Od dana do dana, sirimo se ko banda,
Najbolji reper tu je, iza zidova snima,
Svaka ulica cuje, pa glavom uz ritam klima,
Ovo sranje te truje, ko tona otrovnih gljiva,
U klubu sedim sa dve kuje, dok rolam sa ledom civas,
Ja mozda ne znam zasto, danasnje klinke lice,
Suknjica sa air-maxom, i kvarcovano lice,
Snimi ekipu bato, sve su iste price,
S kesom dobijas lako, sve jedna do druge lice,
Ovo nije repcuga, ovo je jebeni cunami,
Ceo klub gori, dok mi pijemo u tami,
Ovo te sranje radi, u svakoj teretani,
N je opet tu, prosli su losi dani.

Tona Dinamita

This is not Hip-Hop, this is a ton of dynamite,
This is a fucking dope, that rolls you for days,
Your brain is strung out, my rhyme is a bomb,
When I'm around, it's panic, when I'm not, it's lethargy,
I'm a fucking hit, you love to listen to me,
You're tired of other rappers, you're thirsty for me like a drought,
My people are real, they make real shit,
Mice are the leaders, when there is no lion,
Maybe I don't know why, today's kids are cowards,
A tracksuit with air-maxes, and pumped-up biceps,
Film the crew, bro, they're all the same story,
All that glitters is not gold, don't let them fool you anymore,
This is not hip-hop, this is a war on the beat,
A heart of large caliber, unites concrete and elite,
Actors take off your makeup, the shit is totally raw,
N is back in the team, the time of peace is over!

The city knows me, the city knows you,
Everybody loves, this work,
Listen to N-a and that's me,
Come on everybody, hands up now,
(COME ON HANDS UP)
I just stand and watch,
(COME ON HANDS UP)
Everybody knows who's number 1.

This is not hip-hop, this is the strike of a tornado,
This grooves like a bomb, on the beat right now,
From city to city, bass line warriors,
From day to day, we spread like a gang,
The best rapper is here, recording behind these walls,
Every street hears, and nods its head to the rhythm,
This shit poisons you, like a ton of poisonous mushrooms,
In the club I'm sitting with two bitches, while I roll with ice-cold Chivas,
Maybe I don't know why, today's chicks are cowards,
A skirt with air-maxes, and a watch that's fake,
Film the crew, bro, they're all the same story,
With the right amount of money, you'll get them all,
This is not hip-hop, this is a fucking tsunami,
The whole club is on fire, while we drink in the dark,
This shit works, in every gym,
N is here again, the bad days are gone.