Текст и перевод песни Svartepetter - Meg Ække Han
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Jeg
lover
min
ække
foten
de
vil
tråkke
på,
I
promise
you
won't
be
stepping
on
my
foot,
Typen
de
vil
fåkke
med,
kis'n
de
bør
snakke
te,
Fåkkerne.
The
type
you'd
want
to
fuck
with,
the
bitch
you'd
talk
to,
you
fucker.
Mitt
ække
tryne
de
bør
titte
på,
You
shouldn't
be
staring
at
my
face,
Sykkel'n
de
vil
flippe
me,
knocker
deg,
stikker
av
med
sykkeln
din.
You
won't
flip
my
bike,
it'll
knock
you
down,
and
I'll
run
off
with
your
bike.
Min
ække
gjengen
de
vil
bråke
med,
gutta
du
vil
kjøpe
av,
You
wouldn't
want
to
mess
with
my
crew,
the
guys
you'd
buy
from,
Lurer
sånne
dumme
motherfuckere
nei
mitt
ække
crewet
som
Tricking
dumb
motherfuckers
like
that,
no,
my
crew
is
the
one
Er
smarteste,
det
hær
er
cracklab,
sykkler
rundt
i
gatene.
That's
the
smartest,
this
is
a
cracklab,
we
ride
around
in
the
streets.
Jeg
lover
meg
ække
kis'n
du
vil
gi
det
kjipe
sideblikket,
I
promise
I'm
not
the
kind
of
bitch
you'd
give
a
dirty
look
to,
Jeg
grilleribba
kokt
uten
sidestykke
lukt
av
den
fine
typen,
I
grill
ribs
cooked
without
a
side,
the
smell
of
the
fine
kind,
Delikatese,
det
nok
snakk
til
å
ville
vekke
interesse
næi.
Delicacies,
enough
talk
to
spark
interest,
I
swear.
Meg
ække
han
du
tester
sinne
til,
hypp
på
sitte
inne
med,
I'm
not
the
guy
you'd
test
the
anger
of,
the
guy
you'd
like
to
sit
in
with,
Han
du
presanterer
for
veninna
de,
The
one
you
introduce
to
your
girlfriend,
Og
min
ække
dritten
som
du
peller
i,
And
I'm
not
the
trash
you'd
mess
with,
Stikker
ikke
nesa
i,
ståkke
dær
og
pirker
inn
me
pinna
di.
Don't
stick
your
nose
in,
don't
stand
there
and
poke
at
it
with
your
finger.
Jeg
ække
han
du
burde
snakke
om,
I'm
not
the
guy
you
should
talk
about,
Eller
den
som
snakker
som,
tusler
bare
bort
knekker
nakken
på'n.
Or
the
one
who
talks
like
that,
just
walk
over
and
break
his
neck.
Ække
han
du
ville
klappe
te,
I'm
not
the
one
you'd
pat
on
the
back,
Ta
med
grønne
frakken
sin,
hør
meg
jeg
kidnapper
dattern
din.
Take
his
green
jacket,
listen
to
me,
I'll
kidnap
your
daughter.
Min
ække
veggen
du
vil
pisse
på,
I'm
not
the
wall
you'd
piss
on,
Kis'n
du
bør
hisse
opp,
trur
det
er
en
lek
lager
disselåt.
The
bitch
you'd
piss
off,
thinking
it's
a
game,
making
this
track.
Mitt
ække
tre't
du
vill
riste
på,
I'm
not
the
tree
you'd
shake,
Du
er
død
mann,
best
du
går
å
måler
opp
nå
kistemål.
You're
a
dead
man,
you'd
better
go
and
measure
your
coffin
now.
Jeg
lover
min
ække
foten
de
vil
tråkke
på,
I
promise
you
won't
be
stepping
on
my
foot,
Typen
de
vil
fåkke
med,
kis'n
de
bør
snakke
te,
fåkkerne.
The
type
you'd
want
to
fuck
with,
the
bitch
you'd
talk
to,
you
fucker.
Mitt
ække
tryne
de
bør
titte
på,
You
shouldn't
be
staring
at
my
face,
Sykkel'n
de
vil
flippe
med,
knocker
deg,
stikker
av
med
sykkel'n
din.
You
won't
flip
my
bike,
it'll
knock
you
down,
and
I'll
run
off
with
your
bike.
Min
ække
gjengen
de
vil
bråke
med,
gutta
de
bør
kjøpe
av,
You
wouldn't
want
to
mess
with
my
crew,
the
guys
you'd
buy
from,
Lurer
sånne
dumme
motherfuckere
nei
mitt
ække
crewet
som
Tricking
dumb
motherfuckers
like
that,
no,
my
crew
is
the
one
Er
smarteste,
dette
hær
er
cracklab,
sykkler
rundt
i
gatene."
That's
the
smartest,
this
is
a
cracklab,
we
ride
around
in
the
streets."
Jeg
lover
min
ække
dama
de
bør
titte
på,
I
promise
you
won't
be
looking
at
my
girl,
Titsa
du
bør
kikke
på,
jeg
låver
deg
du
angrer
på
det
ettepå.
Her
tits
you
shouldn't
be
checking
out,
I
promise
you'll
regret
it
later.
Min
ække
bilen
du
vil
sitte
på,
You
won't
be
sitting
in
my
car,
Parka
i
ei
grøft
og
forsvant
men
familien
hørte
ikke
nå.
I
parked
it
in
a
ditch
and
disappeared,
but
my
family
didn't
hear
anything.
Ække
typen
du
bør
stole
på,
I'm
not
the
type
you
should
trust,
Går
å
smiler
dumt
men
det
lurer
noe
vondt
inni
hode
på'n.
I
walk
around
with
a
stupid
smile,
but
something
evil
is
lurking
in
my
head.
Jeg
ække
kulest
i
skolegården,
I'm
not
the
coolest
in
the
schoolyard,
Men
jeg
har
planta
gress
nedi
skapet
i
garderoben
i
en
periode
nå.
But
I've
planted
weed
in
the
locker
room
for
a
while
now.
Meg
ække
han
jeg
ville
tysta
på,
I'm
not
the
one
you'd
want
to
be
quiet
about,
Faktisk
er
jeg
sistemann
noen
av
dere
duster
burde
plystre
på.
Actually,
I'm
the
last
one
any
of
you
fools
should
whistle
at.
For
du
hakke
lyst
å
gå
på
lista
mi,
Because
you
don't
want
to
be
on
my
list,
Dette
hær
er
svart
P
bitch
mekker
spiker'n
oppi
kista
di.
This
is
black
P
bitch
driving
the
nail
into
your
coffin.
Nei
han
ække
jeg,
jeg
ække
han,
han
ække
meg
plus
jeg
ække
tam.
No,
he's
not
me,
I'm
not
him,
he's
not
me,
plus
I'm
not
tame.
Han
ække
meg,
meg
ække
han.
He's
not
me,
I'm
not
him.
Tror
rett
og
slett
det
er
best
at
du
gir
faen.
I
think
it's
best
if
you
just
give
a
damn.
Jeg
lover
min
æ'kke
foten
de
vil
tråkke
på,
I
promise
you
won't
be
stepping
on
my
foot,
Typen
de
vil
fåkke
med,
kisen
de
bør
snakke
te.
The
type
you'd
want
to
fuck
with,
the
bitch
you'd
talk
to.
Mitt
æ'kke
tryne
de
bør
titte
på,
You
shouldn't
be
staring
at
my
face,
Sykkel'n
de
vil
flippe
me,
knocker
deg,
stikker
av
med
sykkel'n
din."
You
won't
flip
my
bike,
it'll
knock
you
down,
and
I'll
run
off
with
your
bike."
Min
ække
gjengen
de
vil
bråke
med,
gutta
de
bør
kjøpe
av,
You
wouldn't
want
to
mess
with
my
crew,
the
guys
you'd
buy
from,
Lurer
sånne
dumme
motherfuckere
nei
Tricking
dumb
motherfuckers
like
that,
no
Mitt
ække
huet
som
er
smarteste.
(hehe)...
My
head
is
the
smartest.
(hehe)...
Sykkler
rundt
i
gatene.
We
ride
around
in
the
streets.
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