Текст и перевод песни Paulie Garand - H8

H8

Yeah!
Há osm!
D-Tonate!
Viděl jsem rappery co smrděli píchou,
Koho kde ojeli a koho teď píchaj.
Dělal si haura jak si holky pak pískaj,
Známá říkala, že jsi měkký jak gothaj.
Úůů, zastříhni péro jak bonsai,
Než se tam dostane debile roky lítaj.
Viděl jsem partu co se rozpadla z flirtu.
Deset typů jedna buchta, hned je to v h8u.
Párty na chatě, znáš to, milion filtrů,
Milion litrů, pak péro na startu.
V alku to jedeš na kůži kalkul.
Jeden dá cíl, no a zbytek se semknul.
Vždyť víš ušijou na tebe boudu když spíš.
Ráno pak dostaneš z kloubů.
Little h8, viděl jsem nácky v akci,
Naběhli na parkáč vzali skejty a začli.
Kdo zdrhl přes zeď, tak měl na duši vrásky,
Zbytku ukázali kolik uměj dát lásky.
Psycha a h8y, Elvis a pejzy,
Myslíš si že si král jak Presley, a ty nejsi.
A ty nejsi. Yeah!
Hej, hej, nejsi!
Há osm!
A ty nejsi! Yeah!
Viděl jsem rappera, byl docela ňouma,
V klipu se ale tvářil jako by Rambo byl.
Řetězy, bávo, kolem dvě holky - mambo styl.
Myslí to dobře, ale je trochu debil.
Myslí to dobře, ale je trochu debil.
Myslí to dobře, ale je trochu debil.
Myslí to dobře, ale je trochu... víš co?
Myslí to dobře, ale je trochu debil.
Myslí to dobře, ale... prostě to myslí dobře.
Myslí to dobře, ale je trochu debil.
Hej ty! El Mímosi! Harant!
Há ozum!
Důležitý je proto pozdravit bandu:
Oskara, Benyho, Tonyho, Jiřího, Fidju
Adama, mistr Johannes Kašprk
Reggie s Žižkou tě zvou do káry na brk,
Zdravím do Liberku celou partu z parku.
Sorry, že jsem nevyjmenoval všechny brutálné a primitivné typy.
Holky a kluky.
Ale... kdo ví, tak ví.
Há osm!
Yeah!

H8

Yeah!
H eight!
D-Tonate!
I've seen rappers that smelled like crotch,
Who fucked where and who they're fucking now.
You were acting like a jerk when girls whistled,
An acquaintance said you were soft as liverwurst.
Oo-oo, trim that feather like a bonsai,
Years fly by before it gets there, you imbecile.
I saw a group that split up because of a flirt.
Ten dudes and one chick, and now it's in hate.
Party at the cottage, you know, a million filters,
A million liters, then a dick at the start.
In alcohol you spend on skin cream.
One sets a goal, and the rest huddle.
'Cause you know they'll put the finger on you when you're asleep.
In the morning, you'll get out of joint.
Little hate, I saw Nazis jump out,
Ran into the parka, grabbed skateboards, and started grabbing.
Who ran away over the wall had wrinkles on their soul,
They showed the rest how much love they could give.
Psyche and hate, Elvis and curls,
You think you're a king like Presley, but you're not.
And you're not. Yeah!
Hey, hey, you're not!
H eight!
And you're not! Yeah!
I saw a rapper who was quite a dummy,
But in the clip he acted like he was Rambo.
Chains, Beamer, two girls around him—mambo style.
He means well, but he's a bit of a fool.
He means well, but he's a bit of a fool.
He means well, but he's a bit of a fool.
He means well, but you know what?
He means well, but he's a bit of a fool.
He means well, but... he just means well.
He means well, but he's a bit of a fool.
Hey you! El Mimosas! You brat!
H eight!
That's why it's important to greet the gang:
Oskar, Beny, Tony, Jiří, Fidju
Adama, Master Johannes Kašprk
Reggie with Žižka invite you to the car for some hooch,
Greetings to Liberec, the whole group from the park.
Sorry I didn't name all the brutal and terrible people.
Girls and guys.
But... you know, you know.
H eight!
Yeah!