Vojko V - Obama (feat. Z++) - перевод текста песни на английский

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





Авторы: Matko Sasek, Zvonimir Husnjak, Andrija Vujevic


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