Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Klanica , by - GoldieRelease date: 30.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Croatian
Klanica(original) |
| Ajde samo vozi, ovo sranje drma kosti |
| Radio sam svašta, Bože mi oprosti |
| Niko ne posti, a svi veruju u Boga |
| Ostali goli i bosi, jer za džabe najo droga |
| Reci Bože |
| Ovde za poprek pogled, neko izbost će te nožem |
| Zašto Bože? |
| To je Centrala, sranje uvek surovo i ludo |
| Lako padneš, ako ne odigraš mudro |
| Ti nisi mudo, ti si jedno obično jaje |
| Brzo istekne vam rok, jer kratko traješ |
| Pazi šta laješ, niko oprostit' ti neće |
| Posle se kaješ, ali iz kante za smeće |
| Perfektni šesnest, bacim u nesvest |
| Centar stil, samo ril, napucam u pesme |
| Kučke tresneš, buksne kresneš |
| Ladi dadi, pa posle zakucaš k’o ekser |
| Dobrodoš'o mi u Centar, velkam tu d mali Amsterdam |
| Šrapneli i sranja k’o da puca bomba kasetna |
| Reperi se useru, kupite im pampers |
| Mene naći ćeš na uglu, gde se širimo k’o kancer |
| Treniram na travi kao Hanibal i Barila |
| Brutalna sirotinja ko Trinidad i Manila |
| Mi smo gorile, tu na ulici je džungla |
| A vi pičke ste i glumite k’o da ste Mira Furlan |
| Uuuu, dok ostali glođu koske |
| Trener nam je iskusan, Visente Del Boske |
| Samo krtina, zelena ko prokelj |
| Shvatiće mi rime, biću slavan postmortem |
| Umreću za svoje, za svoje boje |
| Stojim iza svojih reči, zato neki me se boje |
| Daću kravatu ti, a Kolumbijski kroj je |
| Moji otisci na vratu nisu rima, već postoje |
| Od večeras sve se menja |
| Od večeras grad je naš |
| Grad je naš, jel me čuješ? |
| Grad je naš, grad je naš |
| Grad je naš, grad je naš |
| Grad je naš, normalno bre |
| Nema zajebavanja, nema reket, nema rokanje |
| Ništa, sloboda bre, srećo. |
| Sloboda, ej! |
| Dzabe koka, dzabe ekstazi |
| Noću zezanje, danju spavanje |
| (translation) |
| Come on, just drive, this shit shakes the bones |
| I have done all kinds of things, God forgive me |
| No one fasts, but everyone believes in God |
| The rest are naked and barefoot, because the drug is for nothing |
| Say God |
| Here for a side view, someone will stab you with a knife |
| Why God? |
| That's Centrala, shit always cruel and crazy |
| You fall easily, if you don't play wisely |
| You are not a fool, you are an ordinary egg |
| Your term expires quickly, because you last only a short time |
| Watch what you bark, no one will forgive you |
| Later you regret it, but from the trash can |
| Perfect sixteen, I throw into unconsciousness |
| Center style, only ril, I burst into songs |
| You bang the bitches, you bang the bums |
| Ladi dadi, then you nail it like a nail |
| Welcome to the Center, welcome to this little Amsterdam |
| Shrapnel and crap like a cluster bomb going off |
| Rappers use themselves, buy them pampers |
| You will find me on the corner, where we spread like cancer |
| I train on grass like Hanibal and Barila |
| Brutal slum like Trinidad and Manila |
| We are gorillas, there is a jungle on the street |
| And you are cunts and act like you are Mira Furlan |
| Uuuu, while the others grind their bones |
| Our coach is experienced, Vicente Del Bosque |
| Just a mole, green as brussels sprouts |
| They will understand my rhymes, I will be famous postmortem |
| I will die for my own colors |
| I stand behind my words, that's why some are afraid of me |
| I'll give you a tie, and it's a Colombian cut |
| My neck prints are not rhymes, they exist |
| Starting tonight, everything changes |
| As of tonight, the city is ours |
| The city is ours, can you hear me? |
| The city is ours, the city is ours |
| The city is ours, the city is ours |
| The city is ours, naturally |
| No screwing, no racket, no rocking |
| Nothing, freedom, happiness. |
| Freedom, hey! |
| Free coke, free ecstasy |
| Goofing around at night, sleeping during the day |