Текст и перевод песни Surreal feat. Krešo Bengalka - Dilerska

Dilerska

Oh da!
Samo prodaje se droga
TeBra pravim petsto evrića dnevno
Minimum matori
Aaaah!
I neću da padnem
Yeah! Ah!
Nemoj ništa da pričaš preko telefona matori
Samo dođi sutra i sve može
Aaaah!
(Vers I: Surreal)
Prodao sam kilu, a zaradio sam kitu
Da mi ide tol'ko dnevno onda uzeo bih kintu
Opet imam više keša nego ti
Jedem pedes' evra dnevno, tebra to smo mi
"Narkomani" nazivaju nas drugovi
Ustvari smo im samo droga i dugovi
Ribe puše karu jer lože se na priču
A priču imam staru "Može sve al' samo tiĆu"
Keve kukaju i plaču, klinci ne idu u školu
Deca šljakaju u kraju, duvaju i prave lovu
Paketi im na jaju, na telefon samo zovu
Svaki dan mi ode tebra kao tebi za Novu
Zato slušaj pesmu ovu, mrdaj levo-desno glavom
Mene zovi, ja ne sečem, mi smo dileri sa stavom
Imam žuto-bele treše, uzmi častit ću te travom
Kaktus, 'čurke, koca, burek, malo provozaj se sa mnom
Ja sam droga bitch!
(Vers II: Krešo Bengalka)
Krešo Bengalka, u žilu ti pošaljem vraga
Pravim trostruke pare od droge, kese i zraka
Na mobitelu umuknem, razvežem se uživo
Naša roba spoji te, ali spoji te ukrivo
Topinu pušimo, sve pandurske cake kužimo
Uzmemo ti lovicu, i porodicu srušimo
Smeđi prah sve je bijelji, bijelji i bijelji
Brojim ti pare od mame jer si fuckin' đaneli
Krešo Ravanelli, palunima sve mriže param
Paranormalno bogat, ja san fontana para
Moja roba kada ima noge sama ti stiže
Krvi ti ka vampir siše, kućni budžet ti sriže
Odvojim te od tebe poput ayahuasca-e
Šta od dvi daske u glavi, uzme ti obe daske
Ima san zub na svakom komadu šta si ga sika
Robu mi čuva od prike, od prike, od prike prika
Iman cvit šta sjebe govor, i dop šta sjebe sluh
Iman speed šta sjebe vid, i koku šta sjebe njuh
Iman trip šta sjebe um, i 92 Berettu
Kurve boksan u podrum, spavan s kilon u krevetu
U općini iman ujnu, u panduri i strica
Iman ujca u Dorhu, iman tetku u Morhu
Dilam narkotike, živim na državnoj sisi
Ne dam ti mislit' u ulici ka omča visin

Dilerska

Oh yeah!
Only drugs are sold
I make five hundred euros a day with weed
Junkies at least
Aaaah!
And I'm not going to fall
Yeah! Ah!
Don't talk too much over the phone, mate
Just come tomorrow and everything is possible
Aaaah!
(Verse I: Surreal)
I sold a kilo and earned a grand
If I could earn that much every day, I would take five grand
Once again, I have more money than you
I spend fifty euros a day, we are the weed, baby
Our friends call us "drug addicts"
Actually, we're just drugs and debts to them
Fish smoke weed because they like the buzz
And my old story is, "You can have anything, but only me"
Bitches cry and weep, kids don't go to school
Children hang out in the neighborhood, smoke weed and make money
Packages on their lap, they call me only on the phone
I make more money every day than you do for the New Year
So listen to this song, move your head left and right
Call me, I don't cut, we're dealers with attitude.
I have yellow and white sneakers, come on, I'll treat you to weed.
Cactus, girls, coke, pastry, come on, have a little fun with me.
I'm the drug, bitch!
(Verse II: Krešo Bengalka)
Krešo Bengalka, I'll send the devil into your veins
I make triple the money from drugs, bags and air
I shut up on the mobile, I'll tie you up live
Our stuff connects you, but it connects you crookedly
We smoke dope, we bribe all the police pigs
We'll take your money and destroy your family
The brown powder is getting whiter, whiter and whiter
I'm counting your mother's money because you are fucking crazy
Krešo Ravanelli, I'm going to break all the bars with bars
Paranormally rich, I'm a fountain of money
When my stuff has legs, it comes to you by itself
It sucks your blood like a vampire, cuts your family budget
I separate you from yourself like ayahuasca
What good are two planks in your head, it takes both planks away
I have a tooth for every piece you snort
He protects my stuff from spying, from spying, from spying spy
I have a flower that talks shit, and a drink that makes you deaf
I have speed that makes you see, and coke that makes you sniff
I have a trip that makes you think, and a 92 Beretta
I box whores in the basement, sleep with a kilo in bed
I have an aunt in the municipality, an uncle in the police
I have an uncle in Dorh, an aunt in Morh
I sell drugs, I live on government welfare
I won't let you think in the street like a noose