Текст и перевод песни Pede B feat. DeublEe - Leverpostejsrap (feat. DeublEe)

Leverpostejsrap (feat. DeublEe)

Skape Skud 3, har du ik hørt den, skal du tjekke de andre
Jeg prøver hver gang bare gøre den næste skarper
Musikken har ramt mig, som en af de medst enkelte brancher
Vi klipper græsset ned så vi kan se de kvælerslanger
Det op af bakke det her spil, det ikke nemme etaber
Jeg prøver slå mit navn fast sammen med hæfteklammer
Men folk er ligeså beef, ligesom kjolen på Lady Gaga
Men jeg er altid i mit es, som Kasper Spez's makker
Det her festen starter, i for det bedste fra mig
Jeg mester, hakker, rapper hårde end en hest den sparker
Det under-hunden, der tjener mere end de kendte rapper
Der ik' flytter sig en skid, Mc Bænkevarmer
Til mine lov-liderlig drenge, er dem der ik' har penge i banker
Der råber ost, når de ik' snakker om nemme etaler
Mere end en Fight Night Emne-generator, fælden klapper
Det mord på dansegulvet, Sofie indsparker?

Vi vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød
De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død
De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød
Det gør mig aggressiv
Det gør mig ildrød

For det her game er hans levebrød
For mange folk er det lige den visse død
De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød
Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)

Går ind for fred, men er ikke et "Flower-Power" skvat
Du kan få på kadaverne i nat af denne baggårds kat
Definitionen på "Rowdy-Rap"
Vensterhånd giver dig et hook, den højre giver dig en powernab
Nederlag er langvej, lykken er kort
Rapper der "namedropper" sprut de drikker, prøver for hårdt
Fucking freaks, vis du tror at det vigtigt at du går op i sneaks
Er du mere selvfornægtelsen en Flottefyr fra Sunny Beach
Så går det galt igen, når alle disse abemænd
Dummer sig for åbenskærm, som Line Baun Danielsen
De siger de har spillede om nok, som om de låser dem
Men det må være svært når deres nøgetal er skuffende
Stjernekaster, der leger "Super-Nova"
Der kort fra den rødeløber, til "Mads-Hardcore's" gule sofa
Trykker record, også forstår de det onrligt'
Det en blød snop film, for en kælling's?????
Og så kan hver vigtig Per, sige at Pede B
Har solgt ud, fordi han ikke spiller for tariffer mere
Lige nu går det godt, men har mit liv læret mig noget
Skal det nok snart gå ned igen, på en eller anden mærklig måde'
Jakob, Frede, Sami, Jesper, og en masse venner
Siger jeg skal stress lidt mindre end mine organer svigter
Indebrændtet gør jeg skriver mine linjer, høre (?)Tobbe Dorr(?)
Drikker tæt for nedrullede gadiner
Vennerne fik mig til at genoptage psykolog besøg
Så det forhåbenligt stoppede mit selvrettede mordførsøg
Når ilden brænder i dig, og enlig giver dig nogen klø
Skal du så benytte det kreativt, eller lade lortet dø
Vi ender alle på et hospitalt, eller en skadestue
Hvor Gabriel fortæller at den her verden skal du forlade nu
Og den kan være svært at sluge
Som strip-poker med Mogens Camre
Selv vis du vinder, så taber du.

Vi vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød
De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død
De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød
Det gør mig aggressiv
Det gør mig ildrød

For det her game er hans levebrød
For mange folk er det lige den visse død
De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød
Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)

Åhhh, Vi græder ikke over spildt mælk
Vi puffer weed, dropper rim, har det vildt skægt
De fleste rapper her i landet er vildt fake
Men de bliver rystet af min makker som en milk shake

Åhhh, Vi græder ikke over spildt mælk
Vi puffer weed, dropper rim, har det vildt skægt
De fleste rapper her i landet er vildt fake
Men de bliver rystet af min makker som en milk shake

Vi vil ha' Leverpostejsrap til deres lydbrød
De fatter ikke at det her game er liv og død
De tror stadig Pede B er vildt sød
Det gør mig aggressiv
Det gør mig ildrød

For det her game er hans levebrød
For mange folk er det lige den visse død
De kan pis ham af, men ik sluk hans glød
Han er i gang mester (vi så meget igang)

Liver Paste Rap (feat. DeublEe)

Sheep Shot 3, haven't you heard it? You should check out the others,
I try every time just to make the next one sharper.
Music has hit me, as one of the simplest branches,
We cut the grass so we can see the constrictors.
It's an uphill game, it's not an easy stage,
I'm trying to put my name together with staples.
But people are like beef, like Lady Gaga's dress,
But I'm always in my element, like Kasper Spez's partner.
This is the party starting, baby, you're in for the best from me,
I'm a master, I chop, I rap harder than a horse kicks.
It's the underdog, making more than the famous rappers,
That ain't moving shit, Mc Benchwarmer.
To my lawfully horny boys, the ones who ain't got money in the banks,
Who shout cheese when they're not talking about easy racks.
More than a Fight Night theme generator, the trap snaps,
It's murder on the dance floor, Sofie's coming in?

We want Liver Paste Rap for their toast,
They don't get that this game is life and death,
They still think Pede B is super sweet,
It makes me aggressive,
It makes me red hot.

Cause this game is his livelihood,
For many people, it's certain death,
They can piss him off, but they can't quench his fire,
He's on fire, master (we're so on fire).

I stand for peace, but I'm not a flower power nerd,
You can get on the carcasses tonight, from this backyard cat,
The definition of rowdy rap,
The left hand gives you a hook, the right one gives you a power nap.
Defeat is long, happiness is short,
Rappers who name-drop the booze they drink, they try too hard.
Fucking freaks, if you think it's important that you're into sneakers,
You're more self-denial than a Pretty Boy from Sunny Beach.
So it goes wrong again, when all these apes,
Make fools of themselves on live TV, like Line Baun Danielsen.
They say they've gambled enough, as if they lock them up,
But it must be hard when their numbers are underwhelming.
Shooting stars, playing Supernova,
A short distance from the red carpet, to Mads Hardcore's yellow couch.
They press record, and then they don't understand it,
It's a soft-porn film, for a bitch's?????
And then every important Peter, can say Pede B,
Has sold out, because he doesn't play for rates anymore.
Right now it's going well, but if my life has taught me anything,
It'll soon go down again, in some strange way.
Jacob, Frede, Sami, Jesper, and a lot of friends,
Tell me to stress a little less before my organs fail,
Internalized, I write my lines, I hear (?)Tobbe Dorr(?).
Drinking heavily behind rolled-down blinds,
My friends got me to resume psychologist visits,
So hopefully it stopped my self-directed murder attempt.
When the fire burns in you, and loneliness gives you some licks,
Should you use it creatively, or let the shit die?
We all end up in a hospital, or an emergency room,
Where Gabriel tells you that you have to leave this world now,
And it can be hard to swallow,
Like strip poker with Mogens Camre,
Even if you win, you lose.

We want Liver Paste Rap for their toast,
They don't get that this game is life and death,
They still think Pede B is super sweet,
It makes me aggressive,
It makes me red hot.

Cause this game is his livelihood,
For many people, it's certain death,
They can piss him off, but they can't quench his fire,
He's on fire, master (we're so on fire).

Oh, we don't cry over spilled milk,
We smoke weed, drop rhymes, have a blast,
Most rappers in this country are fake,
But they get shaken by my buddy like a milkshake.

Oh, we don't cry over spilled milk,
We smoke weed, drop rhymes, have a blast,
Most rappers in this country are fake,
But they get shaken by my buddy like a milkshake.

We want Liver Paste Rap for their toast,
They don't get that this game is life and death,
They still think Pede B is super sweet,
It makes me aggressive,
It makes me red hot.

Cause this game is his livelihood,
For many people, it's certain death,
They can piss him off, but they can't quench his fire,
He's on fire, master (we're so on fire).