Dj Soina - Zluzuj feat. Grubson, donGURALesko

Tłumaczenie:

Hey,
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
This is DJ Sojna
and G-R-U-B-S-O-N
and G-U-R-A-S, G-F-U.
Yep, yep, yep, yep.
Let's go with it!

Don't forget who's the master and who's the student in this game,
and don't get so worked up.
Loosen up, we're playing with our cards open,
so you better pass me a drink.
Let go of the reins, make room,
because this will be a cool entrance.
Sojna, play for me.
Give me the Kats for the loop.
The Hense piston is driving into this banger at full throttle.

And why are you rapping?
It's completely useless.
I drink gin and it doesn't matter.
I'm rustling my fleet like Donic.

And when do you rap?
I rap all the time, actually,
alone or with a friend.

A wolf is drawn to the forest.

And what kind of rap do you do?
I rap rather honestly.
I can take it in stride.
My flow is hot, very, very.

How long have you been rapping?
I've been doing it from the beginning,
since Good Friday,
from the very beginning of the thread.

It's time for a rap masterclass.
The further into the forest, the more truth there is in us.
Catch that shine and the vinyl crackle.
And if you have a rock instead of a heart,
the verses fly in your face.

Regardless of the time,
I'm sweating like crazy on stage.
You've been squeezing your pores since seven.
In front of the mirror, you put gel
on your greasy hair.

I put on greasy phrases
that make your veins burst.
We're selling pallets for big bucks,
not for a pair and phrases.

To the letter,
we have incredible talent for this job.
I'm not asking for a golden throne,
so keep your mouth shut.

A little respect and humility, young one.
Don't tense up,
Don't play me for an idiot.
Your shameful flights
It's easy to fall on your face.

Whose fault is it?
You've been given the finish line,
unfortunately, it leads to the finish line,
so get a grip.

Don't forget who's the master in this game
and who's the apprentice, and don't tense up so much.
Loosen up, we're playing with open cards,
so you better pass me a drink.
Let go of the reins, make room,
because this will be a cool entrance.
Sojna, play for me.
Give me the Katy for the loop.
A Hense piston is driving into this banger at full throttle.

Straight talk, slap,
not some bullshit about inspiration.
We're straight to the point.
Grubson and the old man, the kings of the scene.

We're dirty, the source of legacy.
We want to cause a ruckus.
Rap without a price.
An amulet for problems.

We're going with our people.
We're saving the genre.
It's lying dead like Kenny,
and we're resuscitating it.

We'll carry everything,
so we speculate,
pimp the industry,
organize it like a gang,
filth, smuggling.

We wash the filth, cut the shoe,
sew a thick stream of words,
sleep our faces.
Nerds make memes about us.

We eat beat bags,
we have flights of inspiration.
We practice sports,
we keep tearing up the court with our shoes,
swim against the current as they want,
because we know where we're coming from.

We're still breaking the front.

With the blade of our aorta's words,
smoothly as a cake,
we're continuing our plan.
Don't ask where we're coming from.

We have mana, mana money.
Don't ask where we got it.
We have a flow of mana, mana,
we hold it like Mount Deepford,
we bring good omens,
we wipe the sweat from our foreheads.

Rap is coming to the streets.
We're playing from top to bottom,
we have frosty breaths,
we're pressing the pedal to the metal.
That's us!

Don't forget who's the master in this game,
and who's the student, and don't tense up.
Loosen your pants, we're playing with open cards,
so you better pass me a drink.
Let go of the reins, make room,
because this will be a cool entrance.
Sojna, play for me.
Give me the hangmans. This banger is driven by a Hense piston at full throttle.

DJ Sojna.
G-R-U-B-S-O-N.
D-G-D-G-D-G.
DJ Sojna.
Number one.
Original Rude Boy style.

G-R-U-B-S-O-N.
Rap now is a circus of clowns.