Текст и перевод песни Żabson feat. Janusz Walczuk & Beteo - Trzygłowy Joint na B24

Trzygłowy Joint na B24

To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort
To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort

To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort
To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort

Napuffana bania, napuffana bania
Napuffana bania, napuffana bania
Napuffana bania, bo talara nie ganiam
Ja pasara nie kiram, w moim łóżku jest Asa Akira
Powiedziałem w chuj słów, których nigdy nie dotrzymam

Jestem najarany, a nie bywam
Bo palę rośliny, które nie zrobią ze mnie warzywa
Znów jedziemy w odwiedziny do Amsterdamu do Krzysia
Znowu zostawię tam w coffee'ku tysia
B24 official

To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort
To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort

To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort
To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort

Napuffana bania, na pół jaram cybuch z bonia
Drugie pół dla ziomala, on też jara ten towar
Ciężar na powiekach, chociaż to nie trening u Igora
Wybuchła mi bania, dobrze, że mam jeszcze dwie (jeszcze dwie)
Wybuchła mi bania, bo nie jaram CBD (CBD, nie, nie, nie)
Gdy odpalam jointa, to jak TNT (pow!)
Przywozi mi to DPD

To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort
To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort
To trzygłowy joint na B24
Rano nowy sport, a wieczorem nowy sort
Napuffana

Zapuffana marihuana
Trzy i pół grama, spalam
Za zdrowie każdego jaram
Co trzy głowy to nie jedna
Ale każda jest potrzebna
Pozdrawiam każdego fana

Rano nowy sort, wieczorami e-sport
Zawsze w dresie w domu, typie jaki dresscode
Takie czasy ziomuś, wychodzi się ciężko
Na swoje, więc pomóż
My niesiemy pomoc kolejną piosenką
Znowu jaramy w opór i jebie całe piętro
Sąsiedzi sobie myślą, to na pewno rastafari

Three-headed Joint on B24

It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain
It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain

It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain
It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain

Puffed up head, puffed up head
Puffed up head, puffed up head
Puffed up head, 'cause I don't chase money
I don't call girls for sex, Asa Akira is in my bed
I said a lot of shit that I'll never keep

I'm high, but I'm not
'Cause I smoke plants that won't turn me into a vegetable
We're going to visit Krzysia in Amsterdam again
I'll leave another thousand in the coffee shop there
B24 official

It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain
It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain

It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain
It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain

Puffed up head, I'm smoking half a bowl with a guy
The other half for my bro, he's also smoking this stuff
Heavy on my eyelids, though it's not a workout with Igor
My head exploded, it's good that I have two more (two more)
My head exploded, because I don't smoke CBD (CBD, no, no, no)
When I light up a joint, it's like TNT (pow!)
DPD brings it to me

It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain
It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain
It's a three-headed joint on B24
In the morning, a new sport, in the evening a new strain
Puffed up

Puffed up marijuana
Three and a half grams, I'm burning
I smoke to everyone's health
Three heads are better than one
But each one is necessary
Greetings to every fan

In the morning a new strain, in the evening e-sports
Always in a tracksuit at home, dude what's the dress code
Such times, dude, it's hard to go out
On your own, so help
We bring you help with another song
We're smoking again and it's fucking up the whole floor
The neighbors think, it must be the Rastafarians