Текст и перевод песни Tjuvjakt - Haters

Haters

Jag förstår om du hatar.
Jag förstår om det känns riktigt skumt
Att det första du ser när du vaknar
Hänger på väggen i din flickväns rum.
Swagger hundratusen mathafucking trillioner.
För jag håller stilen året ut, Från November till Oktober.
För du vet när jag droppar mina bars, ge dig vad jag har.
För jag kommer att ta, defenitivt ett fett jävla pris.
Så fingret till dig när jag håller mitt tal.
Håller mitt tal, redo för min stad.
Du vet hur vi gör när vi körde din stad.
Kommer att ta över, jag och mina bröder.
Du står och skakar när vi kör på ditt tak.
Min stil är fläckfri, min stil är fett clean.
Din stil är keffskit, riktigt jävla efterbliv.
Yeeeee, för du vet att skiten är galen
Och priset för årets bästa hiphop släpp,
Häng inte läpp när vi tar det.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
Jag sitter och skriver bars på min damn macbook.
Meckar upp en fat zutt.
You guys better act up.
Jag är en cassanova, passar några flaskor
Ojag snor din bitch när du minst anar det
Kalla mig fucking Borat.
Shoutout to mina guzz
Vi rockar bombajackor.
Så är vi do shonna vänder om som en klacksko
Och vi består permanent lite som en tatoo.
För skiten leder vidare, lite som när pac dog.
O Jag är swagdoubt
Kalla mig Roger Moore.
Det var ett tag sen baby
Men du kommer ihåg mig som igår.
Min dick är sick, men jag snackar inte kondylom.
Rappar för emellerbrud du vet vart jag kommer ifrån
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
I got a fridge full of elkbrews.
So many sneakers in my crib
You would think that I sell shoes.
Money gain bitch, fuck the city up.
My safe is big as fuck
I got about a billion bucks.
I blow money, coke money, bitch scarface.
I wake up the next morning with a heartache.
I got a hundred grand in a rubber band.
I wish I had some haters
But I guess im just the fucking man.
You stand under me
But you don't really understand.
I got the crowd going cray, sumemrjail.
Money gang, money ain't a thang
Money in the shoebox, money in the bank.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.

Haters

I understand if you hate me.
I get it if it feels really weird
That the first thing you see when you wake up
Is hanging on the wall in your girlfriend's room.
Swagger a hundred thousand motherfucking trillions.
'Cause I keep my style all year round, from November to October.
'Cause you know when I drop my bars, I give you what I got.
'Cause I'm gonna take, definitely a fat fucking prize.
So finger to you when I give my speech.
Giving my speech, ready for my city.
You know how we do when we ran your town.
Gonna take over, me and my brothers.
You're standing there shaking when we drive on your roof.
My style is flawless, my style is fat clean.
Your style is shitty, really fucking retarded.
Yeeeee, 'cause you know the shit is crazy
And the prize for the best hip hop release of the year,
Don't hang your lip when we take it.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
I'm sitting here writing bars on my damn macbook.
Making a fat blunt.
You guys better act up.
I'm a cassanova, fitting some bottles
And I'll steal your bitch when you least expect it
Call me fucking Borat.
Shoutout to my dudes
We rock bomber jackets.
That's how we do, shonna turns around like a stiletto
And we last permanently, like a tattoo.
'Cause the shit leads on, like when Pac died.
And I'm swagged out
Call me Roger Moore.
It's been a while baby
But you remember me like yesterday.
My dick is sick, but I'm not talking about warts.
Rapping for Emeller bride, you know where I come from
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
I got a fridge full of elkbrews.
So many sneakers in my crib
You would think that I sell shoes.
Money gain bitch, fuck the city up.
My safe is big as fuck
I got about a billion bucks.
I blow money, coke money, bitch scarface.
I wake up the next morning with a heartache.
I got a hundred grand in a rubber band.
I wish I had some haters
But I guess im just the fucking man.
You stand under me
But you don't really understand.
I got the crowd going cray, sumemrjail.
Money gang, money ain't a thang
Money in the shoebox, money in the bank.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.
Rollin' up OG-kush in papers.
Shoutout to my haters.
We're rollin' like lakers
And if I ain't got no money
Ima take yours, take yours, take yours.