Текст и перевод песни Wikluh Sky - Prave barabe

Prave barabe

Obrati pazhnju cero, pazi vamo sada sine
Vik lomi rebra ko mc kada padne s bine
Svi me znaju i ribe daju da im vatam sise
Rispekt za ekipu, jbg mnogi to nisu vishe

Smem li da vam kazhem da nikad nisam im'o gan
Da nisam pobornik koke jer sam naduvan
Da mi puca kurac za olosh jer sada znam
Shto nisam vid'o pre, malo pre vid'o sam
Ortaci ne znaju pa sam pomalo primoran
Da im objasnim da u ovoj prichi nisam sam
Pogledaj samo malo bolje, aa. videces da
Zheshca ekipa iza imena vikler skaj
Pazi sad. uradi to i dobij poshtovanje
Mislish treba mi krimi pricha, brate to je sranje
Otkud znash shta sam uradio do sada.ha!
O tome ne trubim, ja sam baraba, znash valjda

Prave barabe sredjuju svoje probleme tiho
Nema potrebe da se kurchimo, razumesh sinko
Hocesh da prichamo o igri, mozhemo i to
Ti se igraj u pesku mi igramo istinito
Istina je bit do neba,
Hocesh hip-hop album to je sve shto ti treba
Aa-ko shvatish da je ti je zhivotna pricha bleda
Onda je bolje shto lazhesh i shto pljujesh na sve od reda

Uz pomoc senseja i starog crnje leda
Nauchio sam kako na stvari da gledam
Sad su oko nas samo dobre sise i dupeta
Polovnjache, odjebite, klinke su nam meta
Svrha brda zaliva i broj 23
Rispekt za "eeeeeej", rispekt za "njiii"
Nije to mi jedemo (?) leba, vi trazhite mamici
Koje su bre to priche o p[olicijskoj stanici
Bili ste tamo, znam jasno je brate,
Bili ste tamo, al da vadite lichne karte
Lazh sujeta, dno dna, ujeda sad
Hapshen hiljadu puta, neshto od toga vanja zna
Drzhim se samo pravih stvari nisam balavac
Mnogo toga radio sam, tako ne nastavljam
Jebesh sve te priche gde su prangije i droga
Jebesh chak i klabing kad je zezanje do moga

Sad te buni kako to, kad je bed kopi sprdnja
Jbg, jedno je bacanje hejta a drugo mrzhnja
Za prvo ti trebaju muda, za drugo da si glupav
Za drugo glupost i sluga za prvo da si mudar
Chiji se evrici troshe od kluba do kluba
Chija su to u stvari kola bash su skupa
Mama ti dala da mi mogao da snimish spot
Msilio sam da si kul a u stavri si samo skot
Prichash o stvarima koje nikad necesh imati
I usput mislish da ce se klinci na sve to primati
Al nemaju svi bogate roditelje shto imash ti
Nemoj ulicu u svoje pesme ubacivati
Jer chuce te neko ko se time, zapravo, bavi
Shimike u bulju jedva ce chekati da ti stavi
A ti cesh prichati kako se, zapravo, shalish
A bice suvishe kasno, pa cesh negde da palish

Jer drugo ne znash i drugo ne mozhesh
Mozhesh da kenjash, ali bolje pazi se
Ulica nisi ako si josh na sisi
Posle se pitash shto te tol'ko ne vole

Real Thugs

Pay attention, girl, listen up, son
Vik breaks ribs like an MC falling off the stage
Everyone knows me, and girls let me grab their tits
Respect for the crew, many ain't that anymore, damn

Can I tell you I never had a gun?
That I'm not a cokehead because I'm high?
That I don't give a fuck about the scum because now I know
What I didn't see before, I just saw
My homies don't know, so I'm kinda forced
To explain to them that I'm not alone in this story
Just look a little closer, ah, you'll see that
There's a fierce crew behind the name Wikluh Sky
Watch out now, do it and get respect
You think I need a crime story, bro, that's bullshit
How do you know what I've done so far, huh!
I don't brag about that, I'm a thug, you know

Real thugs handle their problems quietly
No need to show off, you understand, son?
You wanna talk about the game, we can do that too
You play in the sand, we play for real
The truth reaches the sky,
You want a hip-hop album, that's all you need
Ah, if you realize your life story is bland
Then it's better you lie and spit on everyone

With the help of sensei and old black ice
I learned how to look at things
Now there are only good tits and asses around us
Cougar hunters, fuck off, young girls are our target
The purpose of the hill, the bay, and number 23
Respect for "eeeeeej", respect for "njiii"
That's not how we eat (?), you look for mommy
What are those stories about the police station
You were there, I know, it's clear, bro,
You were there, but to get your IDs
Lies, vanity, rock bottom, it bites now
Arrested a thousand times, Vanja knows something about that
I stick to real things, I'm not a brat
I've done a lot of things, I'm not continuing like that
Fuck all those stories where there are cops and drugs
Fuck even clubbing when the fun is up to me

Now you're confused how come, when the Bed Kopi diss is a joke
Well, throwing hate is one thing, and hatred is another
For the first, you need balls, for the second, to be stupid
For the second, stupidity and a servant, for the first, to be wise
Whose euros are being spent from club to club
Whose cars are those, they're really expensive
Your mom gave you money so you could shoot a video
I thought you were cool, but you're just a jerk
You talk about things you'll never have
And you think kids will fall for all that
But not everyone has rich parents like you do
Don't bring the street into your songs
Because someone who actually deals with it will hear you
They'll be just waiting to give you a punch in the face
And you'll say you were just kidding
And it will be too late, so you'll have to run away

Because you don't know anything else and you can't do anything else
You can talk shit, but you better watch out
You're not street if you're still on your mom's tit
Then you wonder why so many people don't like you