Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kralj Srbije, artist - Juice. Date of issue: 13.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Croatian
Kralj Srbije(original) |
| Kad ne bacam rime kriziram, ne znam za druge |
| Isti osećaj k’o kad nemaš lovu i pljuge |
| Novi Hiphopium a zvuči starije od Full Moona |
| Old School big poppa, rep boss, geto kruna |
| Ovo nije ego trip, ovo je samopouzdanje |
| I kad nemam sam bogat, ne proveravam stanje |
| Realizujem ideje, tvoj se zvučnik sada smeje |
| Ostvaruje ti želje, i dalje me žele (ha) |
| Za mene je sve stvar ove čvrste atmosfere |
| A ne puste, ne znam što se reperi na binu puste |
| Kako im uspe da reči izuste |
| Pocepane su im gilje, treba im šuster |
| Energija nikakva, treba im Booster |
| Ne vide, treba im luster |
| Jebene kučke, duvate mi dvadeset godina, ne dam vam mujsper |
| Ja sam majstor starog kova, kopirate mi mustre |
| Ma duvajte vujspre, dok repujem hoću ruke gore, sajfer |
| Ja sam old school lirički gangster, šta je? |
| Geto muzika za ulicu, tu će i da ostane |
| Sedi u kola, pusti glasno nek se svako okrene |
| Ovo je za mene i za ostale FU-ove |
| Ovo je za mračne ulice, za fejsbuk muške kurvice |
| Za geto guzice, za podzemne prolaze |
| Dane što dolaze, za dane koji su me doveli ovde |
| Za dreadlockse za ćelave vugle |
| Za svu hip-hop decu širom zemljine kugle |
| Za moju braću sa zida koji čekaju sekundu |
| Sa brzim vozom novu rundu |
| Laid back zid u hoodu |
| Trebali smo u biznis za sekundarne sirovine |
| Koliko boca je prazno, još da smo čupali šine |
| Sećam se kad sam u Beovozu od Franša fur’o u Zemun garažu |
| Čučao u šteku, pušio topinu i niko nije čuvao stražu |
| Samo voz, slušao War Zone |
| Dema i Dubi čekaju budni, ugovoren |
| Lupali smo srebro k’o konji |
| U boj moramo poć', četiri vagona za noć |
| To je jebena moć, svi smo pratili tok |
| Jer čovek nema ništa vrednije od slobode |
| Poštujem pravila, nemoj da mi iko spominje kodeks |
| (translation) |
| When I’m not throwing rhymes I crisis, I don’t know about others |
| The same feeling as when you don't have money and spit |
| The new Hiphopium a sounds older than Full Moon |
| Old School big poppa, rap boss, ghetto crown |
| This is not an ego trip, this is self-confidence |
| And when I'm not rich, I don't check the situation |
| I'm realizing ideas, your speaker is laughing now |
| Makes your wishes come true, they still want me (ha) |
| For me, it’s all a matter of this solid atmosphere |
| And don't let go, I don't know what rappers play on stage |
| How they managed to say the words |
| Their guillotines are torn, they need a shoemaker |
| No energy, they need a Booster |
| They don't see, they need a chandelier |
| Fucking bitches, you've been blowing me for twenty years, I won't give you a mujsper |
| I'm an old blacksmith, you're copying my patterns |
| Blow it, while I rap, I want my hands up, Saifer |
| I'm an old school lyric gangster, what is it? |
| Ghetto music for the street, it will stay there |
| Sit in the car, let everyone turn around loudly |
| This is for me and for other FUs |
| This is for the dark streets, for the Facebook of a male whore |
| For ghetto asses, for underground passages |
| The days to come, for the days that brought me here |
| For dreadlocks for bald coals |
| For all hip-hop kids around the globe |
| For my brothers off the wall waiting a second |
| With a fast train a new round |
| Laid back wall in hood |
| We needed a business for secondary raw materials |
| How many bottles are empty, even if we broke the rails |
| I remember when I was in Beovoz from Franša fur’o to Zemun garage |
| He squatted in a barn, smoked hot water and no one kept watch |
| Just a train, listening to the War Zone |
| Dema and Dubi are waiting awake, agreed |
| We beat the silver like horses |
| We have to go to battle, four wagons a night |
| It's fucking power, we all followed the flow |
| Because man has nothing more valuable than freedom |
| I follow the rules, don't let anyone mention the code to me |