Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lalala , by - JofreRelease date: 14.01.2018
Song language: Slovak
Lalala(original) |
| Občas sa zapletieš so zlými |
| Občas je to, čo máš rád |
| Občas sa nehráme na rými |
| Vždy je to viac, než pravda, kamarát |
| Možno si žijúca legenda |
| Možností máš akurát |
| Hrdý syn, vijúca nedeľa |
| Bijúc sa do hrude na stokrát |
| Občas sa zapletieš so zlými |
| Občas je to, čo máš rád |
| Občas sa nehráme na rými |
| Vždy je to viac, než pravda, kamarát |
| Možno si žijúca legenda |
| Možností máš akurát |
| Hrdý syn, vijúca nedeľa |
| Bijúc sa do hrude na stokrát |
| Nechcite sa s nami porovnávať, u nás vzniká tá hudba |
| Skús si to naživo, na párkrát podstivo, zavrie sa mušla |
| Tma a rešpekt stráca sa, povráva sa, že pointa neušla |
| Pozor, aby ti hoe, ku mne domov, občas neušla lalala |
| Sorry, nestokujem s tebou, lebo stokujem so svojimi |
| Nenamáham sa, jem si priazeň, neštudujem rými |
| Posunul som sa vpred, prvý Ypsilon a jej nočné I |
| Ja mám svoju komunitu, živé bubny |
| Občas sa zapletieš so zlými |
| Občas je to, čo máš rád |
| Občas sa nehráme na rými |
| Vždy je to viac, než pravda kamarát |
| Možno si žijúca legenda |
| Možností máš akurát |
| Hrdý syn, vijúca nedeľa |
| Bijúc sa do hrude na stokrát |
| Občas sa zapletieš so zlými |
| Občas je to, čo máš rád |
| Občas sa nehráme na rými |
| Vždy je to viac, než pravda kamarát |
| Možno si žijúca legenda |
| Možností máš akurát |
| Hrdý syn, vijúca nedeľa |
| Bijúc sa do hrude na stokrát |
| Na stokára sa nehrám, to šaty delají človeka |
| Lajk, srdce, palce??? |
| (translation) |
| Sometimes you get involved with the bad guys |
| Sometimes it's what you like |
| Sometimes we don't play rhymes |
| It's always more than the truth, my friend |
| Maybe you're a living legend |
| You have just the right amount of options |
| Proud son, howling Sunday |
| Beating his chest a hundred times |
| Sometimes you get involved with the bad guys |
| Sometimes it's what you like |
| Sometimes we don't play rhymes |
| It's always more than the truth, my friend |
| Maybe you're a living legend |
| You have just the right amount of options |
| Proud son, howling Sunday |
| Beating his chest a hundred times |
| You don't want to compare yourself to us, the music is created here |
| Try it live, for a couple of times, the shell will close |
| Darkness and respect is lost, rumor has it that the point is not lost |
| Be careful not to let your hoe, to my house, slip away from time to time |
| Sorry, I don't hang out with you, because I hang out with mine |
| I don't strain, I indulge myself, I don't study by heart |
| I moved forward, Ypsilon first and her Night I |
| I have my community, live drums |
| Sometimes you get involved with the bad guys |
| Sometimes it's what you like |
| Sometimes we don't play rhymes |
| It's always more than the truth my friend |
| Maybe you're a living legend |
| You have just the right amount of options |
| Proud son, howling Sunday |
| Beating his chest a hundred times |
| Sometimes you get involved with the bad guys |
| Sometimes it's what you like |
| Sometimes we don't play rhymes |
| It's always more than the truth my friend |
| Maybe you're a living legend |
| You have just the right amount of options |
| Proud son, howling Sunday |
| Beating his chest a hundred times |
| I'm not playing a plumber, it's the clothes that make the man |
| Like, heart, thumbs??? |