Текст и перевод песни Plexo feat. Momo - Vravel Si Niečo? (feat. Momo)

Vravel Si Niečo? (feat. Momo)

Vravel si niečo? Nejak som ťa nepočul,
Nešikovné reči, asi ako Gretzky bez korčúľ.
Počkaj, čo?, že hip hop nežije?
Vyber si to žlté z ucha, kecáš jak náš premiér.

Prečo si kurva každý myslí,
že to čo tvrdí on, je ako svätá pravda, neviem.
Vonia to, ako keď sa vyštím,
No toto nebol Gretzky, ale skôr Mario Lemieux.

Maj si hrdinov, oblep si nimi celý byt
A povedzme si pravdu kámo, toto neni letný hit.
Že vraj si predtým hovoril, že dávam zlé rýmy,
Preto ťa majú za blázna, no mohol si sa pomýliť.

Vravel si niečo? Porád, že som komerčný,
Hučí mi tu vrtuľník a štyri krásne Slovenky.
S tým tvojim príbehom si môžeš max tak vyfajčiť,
Tieto reči sú, jak keby si nepovedal nič.

Refrén: 2x
Stále mám taký pocit, že ste niečo vraveli no,
Robím veci z kevlaru a vy ste našli bakelit.
Ste posadnutí rečami, že kto je umelý
A pritom, vy ste prirodzení ako cecky Pamely.

Čo mám písať povedz, o tom ako sa mám zle?
Cez špinavé okuláre kukať sa na svet?
Potrebujem svetlo, sľuby, niečo není dobré, mám,
Svoje som už povedal, a to sa iba rozbieham.

Vravel si o chlapcovi, že je strašne slabý,
že nevie robiť hudbu a nevie hrať na klavír.
Vravel si kamarátom, že on neni pravý,
A pred cudzím sa chváliš, že poznáš ho, si zdravý?

Nevieš jak sa bavím, na tých veciach, ktoré čítam,
Niečo také smradľavé mi ide z konečníka.
Toto je ďalšia z vecí, ktoré dáš si do priečinka,
Lebo tvoj život je krivda a ten môj je Dolce Vita.

Vravel si niečo? Lebo tu hore ťa nepočuť.
Je tu riedky vzduch a dokopy to dáva všehochuť.
Aby si vedel toto, musíš prestať fúkať kveto čuch,
Ja píšem nové riadky, zatiaľ čo si ideš pre koku.

Refrén: 2x
Stále mám taký pocit, že ste niečo vraveli no,
Robím veci z kevlaru a vy ste našli bakelit.
Ste posadnutí rečami, že kto je umelý
A pritom, vy ste prirodzení ako cecky Pamely.

Vravel si niečo? Momo sám, Plexo, nejak ťa tu neni počuť, aha, počuješ?

Stále niečo vravíš, potichu si len tak v duchu,
čítam tvoju reč tela, ty tela spomedzi tých sukup.
Lepšie jak včera od včera večera,
Som s tebou spojený jak Bluetooth.

Je to jak input, output,
Neskryje čo nosí v hlave, týchto pár trúb.
Nevedia, že niektorí im vidia do obydlia
že nejsu najmúdrejší, aj keď papulu svoju zamknú.

Chápem, neni od každého dobre nakúpiť ten nákup,
Dať slabiny do placu, viesť splodiny na vákuum
A dať im na zákernú zradu ešte dátum, viem.

No nebaví ma byť v tvojej spoločnosti
A hrať tvoju dospelú hru mlčanlivosti, nie.
Nemôžem síce povedať, že zavri klapačku,
Aj keď nič nehovoríš, aj tak ti to čítam z pier.

Refrén: 2x
Stále mám taký pocit, že ste niečo vraveli no,
Robím veci z kevlaru a vy ste našli bakelit.
Ste posadnutí rečami, že kto je umelý
A pritom, vy ste prirodzení ako cecky Pamely.

Did You Say Something? (feat. Momo)

Did you say something? I didn't hear you,
Your clumsy speech, like Gretzky without skates.
Wait, what? Hip hop is dead?
Get that yellow stuff out of your ear, you're talking like our Prime Minister.

Why does everyone think,
That what they say is the gospel truth, I don't know.
It smells like when I take a leak,
No, this wasn't Gretzky, this was more like Mario Lemieux.

Have your heroes, plaster your whole apartment with them
And let's face it, buddy, this isn't a summer hit.
You said before that my rhymes were terrible,
That's why you're considered a fool, but you could have been mistaken.

Were you saying something? Blah, blah, that I'm commercial,
There's a helicopter buzzing here and four beautiful Slovak girls.
With your story, you can do nothing but smoke,
This talk is like saying nothing at all.

Chorus: 2x
I still feel like you said something, but,
I'm making Kevlar stuff and you've found some bakelite.
You're obsessed with talk, about who's fake
And yet, you're as natural as Pamela's boobs.

What do you want me to write about, how bad I'm doing?
Looking at the world through dirty glasses?
I need light, promises, something's wrong, I have,
I've already said my piece, and I'm just getting started.

You said about the boy, that he is terribly weak,
That he can't make music and can't play the piano.
You told your friends that he's not real,
And you brag to foreigners that you know him, are you sane?

You don't know how much fun I'm having,
Reading the stuff you're putting out.
This is just another one of those things you'll put in a folder,
Because your life is wrong and mine is Dolce Vita.

Did you say something? Because you can't be heard up here.
The air is thin and it all adds up to a hodgepodge.
To know this, you have to stop sniffing flowers,
I'm writing new lines while you're going for some coke.

Chorus: 2x
I still feel like you said something, but,
I'm making Kevlar stuff and you've found some bakelite.
You're obsessed with talk, about who's fake
And yet, you're as natural as Pamela's boobs.

Did you say something? Momo, only Plexo, you can't be heard here, ah, can you hear me?

You keep saying something, quietly to yourself,
I read your body language, you body from among those carpet.
Better than yesterday, from yesterday evening,
I'm connected to you like Bluetooth.

It's like input, output,
Doesn't hide what's in his head, these few trumpets.
They don't know that some can see into their dwelling
That they're not the smartest, even when they shut their mouths.

I understand, it's not easy to buy that shopping,
To put weaknesses on the line, to lead the fumes into a vacuum
And to give them a date for their treacherous betrayal, I know.

But I'm not having fun being in your company
And playing your adult game of silence, no.
I can't tell you to shut up,
Even though you're not saying anything, I can still read it on your lips.

Chorus: 2x
I still feel like you said something, but,
I'm making Kevlar stuff and you've found some bakelite.
You're obsessed with talk, about who's fake
And yet, you're as natural as Pamela's boobs.