Текст и перевод песни Struka - Smisao feat. Gru, SkyWikluh

Smisao feat. Gru, SkyWikluh

Laganini prva, druga
Retrovizor cekira
Neces verovati sta sam cuo
Bas pre neki dan
Kazu, struka je ovo brate
Struka je ono, o
I jos se druzi i sa
Iksem i Reksonom

Jebes to brate
Barem imam nesto para
Imam saku slave
Eto dobre picke karam
Saram ulicama grada
A na nogama je Prada
Pretvori se u uvo zipa
Sta cu reci sada

Sta tu vi koji
Kurac ovo, ono
Aj pitaj ribu brate
Sto me smara telefonom
Aj pitaj ribu brate
Zasto nece sa kondomom
Jer koristi to sranje
Samo kad se jebe s tobom

Ja sa robom ti sa kesom
To sto nudis to je smesno
Igram vesto, nije tesko
Da te vidim, da li zesmo
Da pratis tempo
Zadrzi tu misao
Zbog takvih kao ti
Igra gubi svaki smisao

Ajaj, gubim svaki smisao
I opet iz pocetka, a hej
Ajaj, gubim svaki smisao
I opet iz pocetka, o

Sta ti ortaci misle da su
Sta, u ovom casu
Ja sam jaci za klasu
Ti si na losem glasu
Zato mozda vec i trasu
Kad napunim kasu
Neki bice puni ljubavi
A bili su u losem gasu

O, ako je tako onda cool
Setam po kraju
Svuda osecam vu
I svi su tu
Svi su tamo
Svi me zovu Struka vamo
Svi bi sa mnom
Nesto sa mnom

Sine, zovu me da duvamo
Imam tu civu, civu
To je ta lala
Zajebi pricu mala
Kad svejedno bi mi dala
Sada snimaju se spotovi
Ribe kao drotovi
Privode me gajbi

Super cice, nikad skotovi
Hejteri ko rotovi
Jer digla se buka
Opet cujem vase ribe
To je Struka, vidi Struka
O, i to je to sine
Karte na sto sine
Pravo na tron sine

Neko zeli da vam se
Obrati za sam kraj
Da cujem sta imas da kazes
Cujem opet izdao za City
Oni gladni mi smo siti
Zasto kriti, ubiti, basiviti
Il' City, ti si shiti
Ja guram svoju pricu

A trebo bi i ti
Da li ti smeta sto se picke pale
Ili ti mozda vise smeta
Sto me hvale
Ili sto punim hale
Ja sam uvek bio svoj
Dok su druge sise krale
Vec dugo sam na vrhu

A tvoje sanse su male
Pljuju men budale
A moje lice sija
Od glave do pete dija
Ne samo zato sto me cajupla
Vec sto prija
U plejeru kao bomba
Lep dan lagana voznja

Moja kola, nisu bilo cija
I malo kesa u dzepu
Kad sam snimao
Da li imas pravo
Ti si sluso Brenu Lepu
Sad si nadrkani hoper
Ja se vozim, ti si stoper
Ajmo refren opet

Smisao feat. Gru, SkyWikluh

Whining first, second
Rear-view mirror checks
You won't believe what I've heard
Just the other day
Man, this is the real deal
The real deal, oh
And he's still hanging out with
X and Rexone

Fuck that, man
At least I've got some money
I've got a bag of fame
Here, I'm driving a good pussy
I'm ashamed of the city streets
But I'm wearing Prada on my feet
Turn into a zipper lip
What can I say now

What are you guys doing there
What the hell is this, that
Hey, ask the fish, man
Why is she bugging me with a phone call
Hey, ask the fish, man
Why won't she use a condom
Because she only uses that shit
When she's fucking with you

I'm with the goods, you with the cash
What you're offering is ridiculous
I play fair, it's not hard
To see you, if we're even
To keep up the pace
Hold on to that thought
Because of people like you
The game loses all meaning

Oh no, I'm losing all meaning
And again from the beginning, oh hey
Oh no, I'm losing all meaning
And again from the beginning, oh

What do you guys think they are
What, at this hour
I'm a class stronger
You have a bad reputation
That's why maybe even now
When I fill the safe
Some will be full of love
But they were in a bad mood

Oh, if that's the case then cool
Walking around the neighborhood
I feel the vibe everywhere
And everyone's here
Everyone's there
Everyone's calling me Struka come on
Everybody wants to be with me
Do something with me

Son, they call me to smoke
I have that joint, joint
That's the la la
Forget about the story, baby
When you would have given it to me anyway
Now the music videos are being shot
Fish like wires
They arrest me with crates

Super flowers, never bullies
Haters like rotors
Because the noise has risen
I hear your fish again
That's Struka, see Struka
Oh, and that's that, son
Cards on the table, son
Straight to the throne, son

Someone wants to speak to you
For the end
To hear what you have to say
I hear you betrayed City again
They're hungry, we're full
Why hide it, kill it, beat it
Or City, you're a piece of shit
I'm pushing my own story

And so should you
Do you mind that the bitches are falling for me
Or do you perhaps mind more
That they're praising me
Or that I'm filling up halls
I've always been my own man
While others were sucking tits
I've been on top for a long time

And your chances are slim
Fools spit on me
But my face shines
Diamond from head to toe
Not just because she tickled me
But because it suits me
In the player like a bomb
Nice day, easy driving

My car, it wasn't anyone else's
And a little cash in my pocket
When I was recording
Do you have the right
You listen to Brena Lepa
Now you're a doped up rapper
I'm driving, you're a hitchhiker
Let's do the chorus again