Текст и перевод песни Vojko V - Obama (feat. Z++)
Obama (feat. Z++)
Obama (feat. Z++)
Brate
srce
mi
se
slama
My
baby,
my
heart
is
breaking
Kad
bacam
bombe
ka
obama
When
I
drop
bombs
like
Obama
Trčim
brže
nego
konj
I
run
faster
than
a
horse
Pljunem
dalje
nego
ljama
I
spit
further
than
a
llama
Živim
bolje
nego
papa
I
live
better
than
the
Pope
Laptop
ima
deset
rama
My
laptop
has
ten
frames
Imam
10
baby
mama
I
have
10
baby
mamas
Sad
sam
ćelav
al
sam
prije
ima
kosu
Now
I'm
bald
but
I
used
to
have
a
head
of
hair
Kao
carlos
valderrama
Like
Carlos
Valderrama
Pijem
piva
samo
strana
I
drink
only
fancy
beers
Vozim
auto
slušam
khana
I
drive
a
car
listening
to
Khali
Radim
štagod
oću
pisme
radim
noću
I
do
whatever
I
want,
I
write
songs
at
night
Zato
spavam
priko
dana
That's
why
I
sleep
during
the
day
Pijem
vodu
iz
dućana
I
drink
water
from
the
store
Primam
poštu
iz
japana
I
receive
mail
from
Japan
Kad
je
ladno
vrime
iman
dvije
klime
When
it's
cold,
I
have
two
air
conditioners
Pa
ne
izlazim
iz
stana
So
I
don't
leave
the
house
Sidim
doma
nemam
plana
I
sit
at
home,
I
have
no
plans
Pa
odjednom
onda
ustanem
Then
suddenly
I
get
up
Poput
jelačića
bana
Like
a
wild
stallion
Zovem
mamu
kažem
hvala
I
call
my
mom
and
say
thank
you
Za
život
šta
je
meni
dala
For
the
life
she
has
given
me
Rođen
sam
na
carski
rez
I
was
born
by
caesarean
section
Jer
velika
mi
bila
glava
Because
my
head
was
so
big
Reperi
misle
da
su
jaki
Rappers
think
they're
tough
U
biti
su
veoma
mlaki
But
they're
actually
very
soft
Vojko
v
je
broj
jedan
Vojko
V
is
number
one
Ka
šifra
banane
na
vagi
Like
the
banana
code
on
the
scales
Reperi
misle
da
su
gengsta
Rappers
think
they're
gangsters
U
biti
su
veoma
dragi
But
they're
actually
very
sweet
Ja
i
tvoja
mala
sestra
Me
and
your
little
sister
Ležimo
veoma
nagi
We
lie
very
naked
Pitaju
me
di
sam
kažem
im
They
ask
me
where
I
am,
I
tell
them
Eo
me
eo
me
eo
me
Here
I
am
here
I
am
here
I
am
Imam
više
loe
zato
me
neole
I
have
more
money
so
you
can't
touch
me
Brate
svako
malo
preure-
My
friend
every
little
thing
Đujem
kuću
zato
šta
imam
eure
I'm
redecorating
the
house
because
I
have
euros
Mala
kaže
da
je
gladna
Baby
says
she's
hungry
Odem
i
kupim
joj
beurek
I
go
and
buy
her
a
burek
Kupim
sedam
krafna
I
buy
seven
donuts
Prosipam
šećer
jer
masu
sam
neured-
I
spill
sugar
because
I'm
a
mess
An,
šećera
gram,
pusti
me
da
večeram
An,
a
gram
of
sugar,
let
me
have
dinner
Pusti
me
da
pretjeram,
pusti
me
na
Let
me
overdo
it,
let
me
Miru
jer
bi
moga
puknit
kao
vojni
vete-
In
peace
because
I
might
explode
like
a
military
veter
Ran
ran
ran-niga
ran
Ran
ran
ran-niga
ran
Rani
ga
pucaj
probuši
mu
dlan
Wound
him,
shoot
him,
pierce
his
hand
Split
je
masu
zajeban
Split
is
a
messed
up
city
Split
je
crnji
nego
gana
Split
is
blacker
than
Ghana
Vamo
niko
nema
srama
Come
on,
nobody's
ashamed
Svako
malo
neko
slavlje
Every
now
and
then
there's
a
celebration
Niko
ne
pazi
na
zdravlje
Nobody
cares
about
health
Brate
opsadno
je
stanje
My
friend,
it's
a
state
of
siege
Kad
bacam
bombe
kao
kanye
When
I
drop
bombs
like
Kanye
Svi
mi
glume
neko
znanje
You
all
pretend
to
have
some
knowledge
Svi
su
tvrdi
više
manje
You're
all
tough,
more
or
less
Ali
kad
izbije
sranje
But
when
trouble
strikes
Odma
zovu
pojačanje
You
immediately
call
for
reinforcements
Živim
kao
goran
bare
I
live
like
Goran
Bare
Tu
sam
u
osijeku,
nisam
u
dublinu
brojim
te
hrvatske
pare
I'm
here
in
Osijek,
not
in
Dublin,
I
count
those
Croatian
bills
Reperi
nam
griju
stolice
Rappers
warm
our
seats
Upadnem
u
klub
srušimo
te
sa
pozornice
I
burst
into
the
club
and
we
break
you
down
from
the
stage
Nekad
punili
sam
police
I
used
to
fill
shelves
Sada
punimo
veliki
pogon
tvornice
Now
we're
filling
a
big
factory
plant
Nemoj
izazivat
vraga,
nisi
neka
snaga,
ekipa
ti
je
mlaka
Don't
provoke
the
devil,
you're
not
some
kind
of
power,
your
crew
is
weak
Priča
ti
je
taka
Your
story
is
like
that
Ko
je
ze
plus
plus,a
a
ko
je
blaka
blaka?
Who
is
ze
plus
plus,
and
who
is
blaka
blaka?
Križ
mi
visi
oko
vrata
A
cross
hangs
around
my
neck
A
na
ramenu
imam
vraga
And
I
have
the
devil
on
my
shoulder
Mladi
novci
retfatlanta
Young
money
retfalants
U
džepu
digitalna
vaga
A
digital
scale
in
my
pocket
Studio
liči
na
krekhaus
The
studio
looks
like
a
crack
house
Brkovi
bijeli
ko
santaklaus
White
mustache
like
Santa
Claus
Za
đija
i
massima
brata
For
Dija
and
Mass,
brother
Palim
sve,
gori
cijeli
balkaaaan
I
burn
everything,
the
whole
Balkans
is
on
fire
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