Текст и перевод песни Struka feat. Lud - Smej se sada (feat. Lud)

Smej se sada (feat. Lud)

Ova igra je bez mene kao MC bez glasa
Kao bit bez basa, jednostavno nije masan
Kao džiga bez mraza, Bigi bez Paka
Kao dan bez svetla, kao noć bez mraka
Kao pištolj bez metka ili mesec bez sunca
Kao koman bez dopa ili pička bez kurca
Kao super bez soničnog, ultra bez magnetičnog
Džej Lenon bez komičnog, Opra bez patetičnog
PFC bez Grobara, CZV bez Delija
Ulice bez solitera, zatvori bez ćelija
Lejkersi bez Kobija i kurve bez makroa
Los Anđeles bez Holivuda, Njujork bez metroa
Kao život bez smrti, kao vatra bez vode
Kao čovek bez vere i k'o narod bez slobode
Kao um bez tela ili rat bez mira
Kao Boni bez Klajda i Paćino bez Denira

Kažu smej se sada, a plači posle
Jer posle neće biti prilike za osmeh
A kada ruke smrti zatvore kovčeg
Dobićeš priliku da iz početka počneš

Kažu smej se sada, a plači posle
Jer posle neće biti prilike za osmeh
A kada ruke smrti zatvore kovčeg
Dobićeš priliku da iz početka počneš

Danas svi tripuju da će uzeti lovu u repu
Jure to sranje kao magare šargarepu
Slušam ih i smejem se, gledam kako se zanose
Bolje bi im bilo u trafici da se zaposle
Nisam snim'o sa svima, imao sam razlog
Hteo sam da zadržim svoje dostojanstvo
Znaš li zašto mi je pun kurac ove muzike
Svako repuje, reperi su deo publike
Samo da slušaoci uključe svoj mozak
A reperi isključe ta auto-tjun govna
Peglaš me sa sranjem, brate, kao da sam Borat
Poštedi me te priče kako ti je tiraž prodat
Reperi idu u Farmu, u Velikog brata
Jer u 20 kvadrata sanjaju gajbu na dva sprata
Za sopstveni neuspeh slušam kako krive druge
U podne ustaju, traže lovu kevi za pljuge

Kažu smej se sada, a plači posle
Jer posle neće biti prilike za osmeh
A kada ruke smrti zatvore kovčeg
Dobićeš priliku da iz početka počneš

Kažu smej se sada, a plači posle
Jer posle neće biti prilike za osmeh
A kada ruke smrti zatvore kovčeg
Dobićeš priliku da iz početka počneš

Nemam flou kao Demian, ni priču kao Ikac
Al' navučen si na moje sranje k' na pajdo pikac
Nemam liriku k'o Čelo, ni ekipu k'o Sindikat
Al' imam nešto što drugi neće imati nikad
Deset godina sam ovde, nosim scenu na ramenima
Slušam razna sranja imam posla sa degenima
K'o kleptoman dođem, brate, i ukradem šou
Imam friki, friki, friki, friki flou
Ja sam pobednik jer i kada gubim, gubim sa osmehom
Kad umirem, brate, umirem muški sa osvetom
Nevaljao sam dečak kao Šon Didi Kong
Da je hip-hop pornić ja bih bio Džon Holms
Kazu Sigi, Sigi, Sigi, ne vidiš li
Kako svi ti reperi zavide ti
Postaje dosadno, većina današnjeg repa je smeće
Obrnuo sam ovu igru dve hiljade treće

Kažu smej se sada, a plači posle
Jer posle neće biti prilike za osmeh
A kada ruke smrti zatvore kovčeg
Dobićeš priliku da iz početka počneš

Kažu smej se sada, a plači posle
Jer posle neće biti prilike za osmeh
A kada ruke smrti zatvore kovčeg
Dobićeš priliku da iz početka počneš

Kažu smej se sada, a plači posle
Jer posle neće biti prilike za osmeh
A kada ruke smrti zatvore kovčeg
Dobićeš priliku da iz početka počneš

Kažu smej se sada, a plači posle
Jer posle neće biti prilike za osmeh
A kada ruke smrti zatvore kovčeg
Dobićeš priliku da iz početka počneš

Laugh Now (feat. Lud)

This game is without me like an MC without a voice
Like a beat without bass, it's simply not fat
Like a joint without frost, Biggie without Pac
Like a day without light, like a night without darkness
Like a gun without a bullet or a moon without the sun
Like a commander without dope or a bitch without a pussy
Like super without sonic, ultra without magnetic
Jay Leno without comedic, Oprah without pathetic
PFC without Grobari, CZV without Delije
Streets without skyscrapers, prisons without cells
Lakers without Kobe and whores without a macro
Los Angeles without Hollywood, New York without a subway
Like life without death, like fire without water
Like a man without faith and like people without freedom
Like a mind without a body or a war without peace
Like Bonnie without Clyde and Pacino without De Niro

They say laugh now, cry later
Because later there will be no reason to smile
And when the hands of death close the coffin
You'll get a chance to start over

They say laugh now, cry later
Because later there will be no reason to smile
And when the hands of death close the coffin
You'll get a chance to start over

Today, everyone's tripping, thinking they'll make money in rap
Chasing that shit like a donkey chases a carrot
I listen to them and laugh, watch them get carried away
They'd be better off getting a job at a kiosk
I didn't record with everyone, I had a reason
I wanted to keep my dignity
You know why I'm sick of this music
Everyone raps, rappers are part of the audience
If only the listeners would turn on their brains
And the rappers would turn off that auto-tune crap
You're ironing me with shit, bro, like I'm Borat
Spare me the stories about how your circulation sold
Rappers go to the Farm, to Big Brother
Because in 20 square meters they dream of a two-story crib
I listen to them blame others for their own failures
They get up at noon, ask their moms for money for cigarettes

They say laugh now, cry later
Because later there will be no reason to smile
And when the hands of death close the coffin
You'll get a chance to start over

They say laugh now, cry later
Because later there will be no reason to smile
And when the hands of death close the coffin
You'll get a chance to start over

I don't have a flow like Demian, or a story like Ikac
But you're hooked on my shit like crack
I don't have lyrics like Čelo, or a crew like Sindikat
But I have something that others will never have
I've been here for ten years, carrying the scene on my shoulders
I listen to various bullshit, I deal with degenerates
Like a kleptomaniac, bro, I come and steal the show
I got the freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
I'm a winner because even when I lose, I lose with a smile
When I die, bro, I die like a man with revenge
I was a bad boy like Sean Diddy Kong
If hip-hop was a porno, I'd be John Holmes
They say Sigi, Sigi, Sigi, don't you see
How all these rappers envy you
It's getting boring, most of today's rap is garbage
I flipped this game in two thousand and three

They say laugh now, cry later
Because later there will be no reason to smile
And when the hands of death close the coffin
You'll get a chance to start over

They say laugh now, cry later
Because later there will be no reason to smile
And when the hands of death close the coffin
You'll get a chance to start over

They say laugh now, cry later
Because later there will be no reason to smile
And when the hands of death close the coffin
You'll get a chance to start over

They say laugh now, cry later
Because later there will be no reason to smile
And when the hands of death close the coffin
You'll get a chance to start over