Lyrics of Vi Tales - Fouli, DC

Vi Tales (original)

Jeg kan ikke længere sove godt om natten
Der for meget at tage sig til
For mange slanger der for længst var der for dig, hva' der sket?
De vender ryggen til dig lige så snart, at du har set
At folk de dræber for de penge
Men de vender ryggen til dig, lige pludselig så har du ingen
Ingenting på dig, jeg mener ikk' tænk på det
Det hele skal nok gå, bare du vil sæt pris på det
Det er dyrt at være på, for nu 'der ingen vej væk
Jeg mener, vær dig selv
Fuck folk for de vil se dig inde
Stoler ikke på nogen, mange snakker, jeg har oplevet det selv
Har en familie derhjemme, der' meget vigtigere end dem
Ka' ikke, mama hun savner sin søn
Ka' ikke la' tiden flyve fra mig igen
Ka' ikke lyve for dig lave para imens
Karma rammer enhver, der tomsnakker igen
Tomsnakkere kan ikke bruges heromkring
De I tvivl om, hvad de må heromkring
Det er ikke let at gennemskue en sjakal
Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales
Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales, nu vi tales
Gaden er ikke et godt sted at være for dig
Hvis du ikke er vant til at overleve
Mig, jeg lytter ikke, når rappers snakker
For de har det med at overdrive
For se de penge, de har gjort, at vores blodår' er frosset til is
Så tal pænt til mig ellers er det «vi ses»
Tænker på de dinero, men familien de har første prioritet
Så hvis shorta, de spørger, er der intet, jeg har set
Hvis de spørger, er der intet, der er sket
For hele min ghetto råber, «fuck system»
Lak, orale
Mine drenge de er klar, hvis dramaet sku' eskalere
Lak, orale
De siger, de er på, men nu får vi deres stil krakeleret
Tomsnakkere kan ikke bruges heromkring
De I tvivl om, hvad de må heromkring
Det er ikke let at gennemskue en sjakal
Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales
Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales, nu vi tales
16 år lavede 100 lapper
Men røg ind at sidde to dage efter
Jeg var 16 år havde en fucking Audi
Men alle ved at akrash hater
Blev 17 år i svensk arrest og blev mer' forelsket i penge
Mig jeg elsker min ghetto, dør i min ghetto
Men baba vil bare ha' mig hjem
Jeg ser dem ikke gøre noget af det, de skriver
Rent salt og peber
For de rapper om det liv, som C han lever
Det good for den business, vi driver
Ser dem ikke gøre noget af det, de skriver
Rent salt og peber
For de rapper om det liv, som vi virkelig lever
Det good for den business, vi driver
Tomsnakkere kan ikke bruges heromkring
De I tvivl om, hvad de må heromkring
Det er ikke let at gennemskue en sjakal
Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales
Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales, nu vi tales

(translation)

I can no longer sleep well at night
There too much to take care of
Too many snakes that were there for you a long time ago, what happened?
They turn their backs on you as soon as you have seen
That people they kill for the money
But they turn their backs on you, all of a sudden you have none
Nothing on you, I do not mean 'think about it
It all should probably go, as long as you want to appreciate it
It's expensive to be on, because now there's no way away
I mean, be yourself
Fuck people because they want to see you inside
Do not trust anyone, many talk, I have experienced it myself
Have a family at home that 'much more important than them
Can 't, mama she misses her son
Can not let time fly from me again
Can 't lie to you do para meanwhile
Karma strikes anyone who talks nonsense again
Toms talkers can not be used around here
They doubt what they can do about it
It is not easy to see through a jackal
Do not have time for you right now, we're talking
Do not have time for you right now, we're talking, now we're talking
The street is not a good place to be for you
If you are not used to surviving
Me, I do not listen when rappers talk
Because they are exaggerating
To see the money they've made our blood vessels' frozen to ice
So talk nicely to me otherwise it's «see you»
Thinking of the dinero, but the family they have first priority
So if the shorta, they ask, is nothing I've seen
If they ask, nothing has happened
For my whole ghetto shouts, «fuck system»
Lacquer, oral
My boys, they're ready if the drama escalates
Lacquer, oral
They say they are on, but now we get their style cracked
Toms talkers can not be used around here
They doubt what they can do about it
It is not easy to see through a jackal
Do not have time for you right now, we're talking
Do not have time for you right now, we're talking, now we're talking
16 years made 100 notes
But smoke in to sit two days after
I was 16 years old had a fucking Audi
But everyone knows that akrash hates
Became 17 years in Swedish custody and fell more 'in love with money
Me I love my ghetto, die in my ghetto
But baba just wants me home
I see them not doing any of what they write
Pure salt and pepper
For they rap about the life that C he lives
The good for the business we run
Seeing them not do any of what they write
Pure salt and pepper
Because they rap about the life we ​​really live
The good for the business we run
Toms talkers can not be used around here
They doubt what they can do about it
It is not easy to see through a jackal
Do not have time for you right now, we're talking
Do not have time for you right now, we're talking, now we're talking