Текст и перевод песни Mija - Novosadska Setka

Novosadska Setka

Da ja sam Mija kidač, punchline mašina
Rivam shit-a kao Wiz Khalifa, ista priča iz Pariza
Niggaz, Kanye, Jigga sranje kida dajte Čivas
Jedan litar sve da sipam, nemam mira, repa snimam
Imam para kada šljakam alat vaga digitala
Karam muriju i sudiju i smrada Robocop-a
Bacam muziku na ulicu pa valjam dobrog skanka
To je rafal flow pumgun rokada, zaklan

Vi ste glasni, ali brzo postanete bezveze
Jer kad povadite filere – ostanete bez pesme
Imam malo više prednosti, plus vaš čitam
Vaša priča deluje k'o kompleks niže vrednosti
Vidi mene gari ja sam ovde, ja se smejem uz buksnu
Reposi plaćaju rekete i beže u Tursku
Jer se drkaju na frku, pa kad upadnu u frku
Počnu da se drkaju, biće vam knedle u grlu

BULCH BAMBINO NEGRO:
Gruva se rakija rep izuva iz patika
Udarac k'o maljem čista matematika
Zgužvam te k'o papir pa te umesim k'o testo
Polako ali sigurno penjem se na presto
Cimam se po kvartu, vajam brate, tu sa često
Bambino kada roka on te pošalje na mesto
Real priča, real sranje, buksne veće nikad manje
Reprezent moj Novi Sad, sada pozdrave vam šaljem

JOVICA DOBRICA:
Mi smo deca cveta pušimo skank
Mi smo gradska deca, a grad je Novi Sad
Nije bitna boja, ako si brate brat
Al' nisi nam brat ako si pičko smrad
Sve ulice nas znaju od Pezosa do Futoga
K'o ministar policije nekad trafike čuk'o sam
Ožiljci ostaju kad rane zarastu
K'o slavuji pevaju cave kada padnu

Gari, čućeš da sam podcenjen kad pitaš najcenjenije
Mani se sranja s nama, tako ti je najbezbednije
Premijeran zvuk k'o pucnji Zvezdana Jovanovića
Klika je u kuci k'o dinastija Topalovića
Isus, dižem se iz mrtvih k'o Pantelija
Sranje pravo s ulice, stil tvrđi od Baš čelika
To je taj 'zon, moj je flow ko dop
Podzemnim putevima tečem kao vodovod

Moje srce i kita dva najjača mišića
Iz srca pričam, a na kiti sedi pička
Malo Rambo stila, pička, govno, sisa
Kontraverzna priča tipa k'o Vidojković
Analogni dečko na virtuelnom netu
Za pare pevam, al' sam dobar i u repu
Puno stvari video u surovom svetu
Pa sreću pronašao u dubokom džepu, to je Tadži

U mojem kraju sve je biznis i korist
Ortaci kad te sjebu promene ti lični opis
Ne govori da me voliš, bre pičko znam ko si
I šta si, ti za mene ne postojiš
Jebali vas sitni novci, zauvek ste pioni
Zauvek sam druže Tito, zauvek si pionir
Zna se ko kosi, a ko vodu nosi
Pao si druk'o si i gde god ideš to si što si

Neoplanta, Neusatz tu vas operem kad hoćeš
U gostima drže poster, da ih ne pljujem kad dođem
Hejteri su u problemu kao pokvarene ploče
S nama bleje da operu pikslu pokvarene robe
To je klasično roblje što puši plastično voće
Nije novosadski drukati, mi branimo svoje
Robe
Ja i Bludni Sin, k'o Bordžije taj ludi spid

Blejimo na ćošku, ali nije nam dosadno
Ne bavim se veslanjem, ali blejim sa posadom
Ne igramo basket, ali mi gari loptamo
Ne raznosim pisma, ali me porede s poštarom
Pripazim kada vidim auto sa rotaljkom
Ulišičim se kao da sam odrast'o sa Foxarom
Nisam hteo tako i znam da nije moralno
Al' kad šljakamo pare na sunce – plaćaš solarno

Pičko da l' si nekad vido ciglu skanka
Da l' si nekad vido drotove kad odvode na Klisu brata
Lopove kad otvore na žicu vrata
A kroz gicu praha ovde mere otrove na kvotere biću kratak
Novi Sad k'o Liberija, razvrat blud i histerija
Svi se kite tuđim biserima
A u nosu kiselina kurve su na gliserima
Trep guru trep guru trep bos Fox suva misterija mister Lija

Novosadska Setka

Yes, I'm the punchline machine
Rivam shit as Wiz Khalifa, the same story from Paris
Niggaz, Kanye, Jigga shit kid give Chivas
One liter to drink, I have no peace, turnip
I have a lot of money when I use digital tools.
The judge and the stench of Robocop
I'm putting music on the street and I'm doing a good job
It's rafal flow pumgun rokada, slaughtered

You're loud, but you quickly get lame
When you take out the fillers, you're left without a song.
I have a little more leverage, plus your reading
Your story seems like an inferiority complex.
Look at me, Gary, I'm here, I'm laughing at the news
Repos pay rackets and run to Turkey
When they are in trouble, and when they are in trouble,
You're going to have a stroke, you're going to have a lump in your throat

BULCH BAMBINO NEGRO:
The tail of the horse is pulled out of the
Kick like a sledgehammer pure math
I'll make you feel like a piece of paper and I'll make you feel like a piece of paper
Slowly but surely I'm climbing the throne
I'm in the neighborhood, I need a brother, I'm here often
Bambino when Rocca sends you to the place
Real story, real shit, bigger never less
My representative Novi Sad, now I send my greetings to you

JOVICA DOBRICA:
We are flower children we smoke skank
We are the children of the city, and the city is new
It doesn't matter if you're a brother
You're not a bitch if you're a bitch
All the streets know us from pesos to Futogo
As a police officer, I was once
Scars remain when wounds heal
Like nightingales sing the caves when they fall

Gary, you'll hear I'm underrated when you ask the most underrated
Don't fuck with me, it's the best
Sound like a shot by Zvezdan Jovanovic
The house is like a Topalovic dynasty.
Jesus, I rise from the dead like a pantheon
Shit right off the street, style harder than just steel
That's the 'zone', my flow ko dop
I'm running underground like water

My heart and Dick are the two strongest muscles
I'm talking from the heart, and there's a pussy sitting on my dick
A little Rambo style, pussy, shit, tits
The story of a guy like Vidojkovic
Analog boy on virtual net
I sing for money, but I'm good at rap
I saw a lot of things in the rough world.
Well, I found happiness in a deep pocket, that's Taji

It's all business and profit
When you're fucked, you change your personality
Don't tell me You Love Me, Bitch I know who you are
What you are, you don't exist to me
Fuck you small money, you're forever pawns
I am forever, comrade Tito, you are forever a pioneer
You know who wears the hair and who wears the water.
You've fallen, and wherever you go, you're what you are

Neoplanta, don't let me wash you when you want.
They keep a poster at home so I don't spit on them when I get there.
The haters are in trouble like broken records.
He's with us to wash a piece of broken goods.
It's a classic slave who smokes plastic fruit
It's not our fault, we're defending our
Robes
Me and my son, like a madman

We're on the road, but we're not bored
I don't do rowing, but I hang out with the crew
We don't play basketball, but we play Gary.
I don't send letters, but they compare me to the postman.
I look forward to seeing a car with a tailgate.
I feel like I grew up with a Fox.
I didn't mean to, and I know it's not moral.
When you spend money on the sun, you pay for the sun.

Have you ever seen a brick wall
Have you ever seen the cops take you to your brother's cabin?
Thieves open the door
And through the piggy bank here, the measure of poison on the Quakers will be short
It's like New York City, it's like hysteria
They're all chasing other people's pearls
And in the nose acid whores are on speedboats
Trep guru TREP guru trep boss Fox dry mystery Mr. Li