Текст и перевод песни Momo - Biely Popol

Biely Popol

Special Beatz
Neviete aké to je
O pátej ráno s koxom na vajcách, za chrbtom PMJ
Ožralý, telefón dookola vyzváňa viem...
Skurvená polícia viem...
Snáď to už nevedia len...
Zachovať kľuď, a ostať ďalej jak tieň
Neviete aké to je
O pátej ráno s koxom na vajcách, za chrbtom PMJ
Ožralý, telefón dookola vyzváňa viem...
Skurvená polícia viem...
Snáď to už nevedia len...
Zachovať kľuď, a ostať ďalej jak tieň
Neviem kedy sa to zlomý, že jebeš tu morálku
Neháš to jak päť cent
Asi keď sloboda bez lóve začne byť basa
Žiješ jak si nechcel
Jaký je ciel? Iba mať svoj byt
A kukať z okien jak z väzenských cel
Blikať susedom SOS
A čakať že príde si po teba čert.
Otrok systému, panák, terč
Bankrot, radšej už padám preč
Naložené stopadesát na bench
Biele pytle kamaráde jediný merch.
Môžeš veštiť basu a citovať verše,
Nechápať, preklínať keše
Neskoro na reči, už sa to peče
Jak chicken wings na párty večer
V teréne ranger, bez zlata na krku jak šedá myš.
Za očami album zaplatil som z drog,
Pod okom ešte ani nemám kríž,
Veríš? Neveríš?
Jak chceš rob!
Kryjem sa, tajím a hľadám skrýš,
Klamem keď pýtajú lóve brácho,
Nedarí sa vôbec, nemám nič!
Nemajú na mňa už nič!
Aj to čo tušili som už spálil.
Nemajú na mňa už nič!
Že som von z hry sú zlaté správy!
Nemajú na mňa už nič!
Aj to čo tušili som už spálil.
Nemajú na mňa už nič!
Že rap je job sú zlaté správy.
Neviete aké to je
O pátej ráno s koxom na vajcách, za chrbtom PMJ
Ožralý, telefón dookola vyzváňa viem...
Skurvená polícia viem...
Snáď to už nevedia len...
Zachovať kľuď, a ostať ďalej jak tieň.
Pre mňa je úplne nič sláva, otravní ľudia
čo je to za problém, veď to je v piči!
Kto sa sťažuje, nech staví sa u mňa.
Žiadny Kristus a Buddha, keď nejde
To nijako uhrať, keď neni cesta jak dostať sa zo dna,
A bežný deň bolí jak v chrbte kudla!
Pamätám na čas, keď nebola možnosť,
A rap nebol job pre mna, tak teraz kam, alebo čo?
Napísať album a zajebať im show,
Rival dnes berie celý flop, liga jak hovado,
Best of top, bordel jak z výstelu cez okno.
Som rád že som vytiahol meno z drog,
Som real, Rival, ne trápna póza
V rukách mi ostal len biely popol.
Súď ma keď chceš, ale v jednej vete nemôžeš obsiahnuť to, kto som...
Hľadal som cestu, vybral som skurvený risk.
Roman G., Momo Sám, Rival, Special Beatz.
Nemajú na mňa už nič!
Aj to čo tušili som už spálil.
Nemajú na mňa už nič!
Že som von z hry sú zlaté správy!
Nemajú na mňa už nič!
Aj to čo tušili som už spálil.
Nemajú na mňa už nič!
Že rap je job sú zlaté správy.
Neviete aké to je
O pátej ráno s koxom na vajcách, za chrbtom PMJ
Ožralý, telefón dookola vyzváňa viem...
Skurvená polícia viem...
Snáď to už nevedia len...
Zachovať kľuď, a ostať ďalej jak tieň.

White Ash

Special Beatz
You don't know what it's like
At five in the morning with coke on my balls, PMJ behind me
Drunk, phone ringing off the hook, I know...
Fucking cops, I know...
Maybe they don't know yet...
Stay calm, and keep your distance like a shadow
You don't know what it's like
At five in the morning with coke on my balls, PMJ behind me
Drunk, phone ringing off the hook, I know...
Fucking cops, I know...
Maybe they don't know yet...
Stay calm, and keep your distance like a shadow
I don't know when it'll break, that you're fucking up the morals
You don't give a rat's ass
Maybe when freedom without dough starts to feel like a prison
You're living the life you didn't want
What's the point? Just to have your own place
And watch out the window like from prison cells
Flashing SOS at your neighbors
And waiting for the devil to come for you.
Slave to the system, dummy, target
Bankrupt, I'd rather get the hell out of here
One hundred and fifty on the bench
White bags, my friend, the only merch.
You can predict prison and quote verses,
Not understand, curse the cash
Too late to talk, it's already cooking
Like chicken wings at a party at night
Ranger in the field, no gold around my neck like a gray mouse.
Behind my eyes, an album I bought with drugs,
I don't even have a cross under my eye yet,
Do you believe it? Don't you believe it?
Whatever!
I hide, keep secrets, and look for a place to hide,
I lie when they ask for money, bro,
It's not going well at all, I have nothing!
They have nothing on me anymore!
I even burned what they suspected.
They have nothing on me anymore!
That I'm out of the game is great news!
They have nothing on me anymore!
I even burned what they suspected.
They have nothing on me anymore!
That rap is a job is great news.
You don't know what it's like
At five in the morning with coke on my balls, PMJ behind me
Drunk, phone ringing off the hook, I know...
Fucking cops, I know...
Maybe they don't know yet...
Stay calm, and keep your distance like a shadow.
For me, fame is nothing at all, annoying people
what's the problem, that's fucking crazy!
Anyone who complains, come and see me.
No Christ or Buddha, when it doesn't work
There's no way to do it, when there's no way to get out of the bottom,
And a normal day hurts like a knife in the back!
I remember a time when there was no other way,
And rap wasn't a job for me, so now where or what?
Write an album and give them a show,
Rival today takes the whole flop, the league like crazy,
Best of the top, a mess like a shot out the window.
I'm glad I got my name out of drugs,
I'm real, Rival, not a poser
All I have left in my hands is white ash.
Judge me if you want, but you can't sum up who I am in one sentence...
I looked for a way out, I took a fucking risk.
Roman G., Momo Alone, Rival, Special Beatz.
They have nothing on me anymore!
I even burned what they suspected.
They have nothing on me anymore!
That I'm out of the game is great news!
They have nothing on me anymore!
I even burned what they suspected.
They have nothing on me anymore!
That rap is a job is great news.
You don't know what it's like
At five in the morning with coke on my balls, PMJ behind me
Drunk, phone ringing off the hook, I know...
Fucking cops, I know...
Maybe they don't know yet...
Stay calm, and keep your distance like a shadow.