Lyrics of ZLATO - AstralKid22, Separ

ZLATO (original)

Na krku chcem zlato, okolo krku mám čúzu
Moje handry designer, mám toho asi fúru
Rozpútame peklo, keď prídem do tvojho klubu
V backstagi sú desiny, všetky sú v mojom kruhu
Ani neviem do akého som sa dostal mesta
Zarábam z rapu peniaze, nikdy nechcem prestať
Ak nemáte radi lóve, tak rapujte ghetto
Práve som si zarobil na hoodie Heron Preston
Máme yayo, hoes a drip, každý track je hit
Vieš, že bude snežiť boy, keď príde BSB
Vieš, keď bude snežiť boy, že príde BSB
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Všetky bad hoes nech pokračujú naším smerom
Navždy za svoj blok, rest in peace Alan Delon
Každý v hoode kýve hlavou, BSB má yayo
Tie texty napísal život more a ne pero
Všetky bad hoes nech pokračujú naším smerom
Navždy za svoj blok, rest in peace Alan Delon
Každý v hoode kýve hlavou, BSB má yayo
Tie texty napísal život, more, žiadne pero
Neotravuj ma, som busy každý deň do týždňa
Chlapci robia biznis, preto stále menia čísla
Tak ako sme vysoko, tam nejde žiaden výťah
AstralKid, Maradona, BSB, yeah
Na krku chcem zlato, okolo krku mám čúzu
Moje handry designer, mám toho asi fúru
Rozpútame peklo, keď prídem do tvojho klubu
V backstagi sú desiny, všetky sú v mojom kruhu
Ani neviem do akého som sa dostal mesta
Zarábam z rapu peniaze, nikdy nechcem prestať
Ak nemáte radi lóve, tak rapujte ghetto
Práve som si zarobil na hoodie Heron Preston
Noc, padá dážď, pozerajú sa na nás
Bereme ich na barák, tam ich zjem jak ananás
Hoes, hoes, poďte so mnou
Predveď sa ty špina, piče, pohni kostrou
Kým ťa ráno nevypne jak keď dáš bongo
Jazdí na mne ako keby som bol longboard
Nemusím prepočítať lóve (Vôbec)
Furt je tam veľa, nemám drobné (Cash)
Prečo je to takto iba boh vie (Iba on)
Čo rozjebem za mesiac, to je hrozné
Lóve zarobím a miniem, buzerantov chytá schíza
Nov-nová chick je z Ameriky, netreba mi visa
Zlato na mojom krku visí lebo som víťaz
Keby si bol ako my, tak z teba neni nýmand
Na krku chcem zlato, okolo krku mám čúzu
Moje handry designer, mám toho asi fúru
Rozpútame peklo, keď prídem do tvojho klubu
V backstagi sú desiny, všetky sú v mojom kruhu
Ani neviem do akého som sa dostal mesta
Zarábam z rapu peniaze, nikdy nechcem prestať
Ak nemáte radi lóve, tak rapujte ghetto
Práve som si zarobil na hoodie Heron Preston

(translation)

I want gold on my neck, I have a ring around my neck
My rag designer, I probably have a truck
We'll unleash hell when I get to your club
There are desins in the backstage, they are all in my circle
I don't even know what city I got into
I make money on rap, I never want to stop
If you don't like fish, rap the ghetto
I just made a Heron Preston hoodie
We have yayo, hoes and drip, every track is a hit
You know it's going to snow the boy when BSB comes
You know, when it snows, boy will BSB come
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Let all bad hoes continue in our direction
Forever behind his block, rest in peace Alan Delon
Everyone in the hoode nods, BSB has a yayo
Those lyrics were written by sea life and not pen
Let all bad hoes continue in our direction
Forever behind his block, rest in peace Alan Delon
Everyone in the hoode nods, BSB has a yayo
Those lyrics were written by life, the sea, no pen
Don't bother me, I'm busy every day of the week
Boys do business, so they keep changing numbers
As high as we are, there is no elevator
AstralKid, Maradona, BSB, yeah
I want gold on my neck, I have a ring around my neck
My rag designer, I probably have a truck
We'll unleash hell when I get to your club
There are desins in the backstage, they are all in my circle
I don't even know what city I got into
I make money on rap, I never want to stop
If you don't like fish, rap the ghetto
I just made a Heron Preston hoodie
Night, rain is falling, they are looking at us
We take them to the barracks, I eat them like pineapples
Hoes, hoes, come with me
Show off your dirt, fuck, move the skeleton
Until you turn off your bongo in the morning
He rides me like I'm a longboard
I don't have to recalculate the buckets (At all)
Furt there is a lot, I have no change (Cash)
Why is it that only God knows (Only he)
What a fuck I make in a month is awful
I make buckets and mines, buzerantov catches a meeting
The new chick is from America, I don't need to hang out
Gold is hanging around my neck because I'm the winner
If you were like us, you are not a nymand
I want gold on my neck, I have a ring around my neck
My rag designer, I probably have a truck
We'll unleash hell when I get to your club
There are desins in the backstage, they are all in my circle
I don't even know what city I got into
I make money on rap, I never want to stop
If you don't like fish, rap the ghetto
I just made a Heron Preston hoodie