Translation of the song lyrics Kvatrić Voždovac - Juice, Stoka

Kvatrić Voždovac (original)

Dolazim iz blata, s lancem od bijelog zlata
Trganje mikrofona svakog moj je zadatak
Moje linije su duge za repat a ti si kratak
Sa parama ne varam da utoka crna marama
Svaka mala napaljena a svoju karam ja
ZG-BG bokserice, hozentreger
U gepeku rime krvave furam, skinuo reggae
Dva Ivanovića brate, kad počnu jebati mater
Freestyle madafaka, svi do podruma svrate
Soba puna dima, u lajne složenih rima
Radijacija u zgradi — Stole Hirošima
Votka, đus, sve štima, šleper bijelozima
Pod reflektorima repam, u stanici murija snima
Glas gadan, vladam, napadam nožem gada
Prerezani grkljan pjesme a bila je mlada
Pada joj glava na pločnik i uvek strada
Flow jebe mater show kad počnem skladat
Ivanovići brate, uvek na binu se vrate
Svrate u kasne sate
Trganje mikrofona znate, rime jebeno zlatne
Kroz smotani filter šat kralj, kraljica šah-mat je
Spremni za pohode ratne predstavljamo ulice blatne
Po prvi puta Juice i Stole, svi to vole
Beograd i Zagreb, sve trebe su gole, šta je?
Every move we make, every move we make
You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
But every shot you got, every clip you pop
We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop
Every move we make, every move we make
You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
But every shot you got, every clip you pop
We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)
Testis, fejk MC sakni mi testis
Pesnik s ulice zna se who the best is
Lessons o tome šta je u životu prestiž
Ne možeš ceo život da spavaš i ležiš
Bežiš uz ovo se opijaš pa trezniš
Pretvaraš se u ribu vidim da se mrestiš
Kreštiš, na fonu zazivaš svoj crew
Kvatrić i Voždovac, what you gonna do?
Ja vidim nju pored tebe kako te teši
A ti zalizan s utokom u šuškavoj treši
Strepiš a krenuo si da se svetiš
Spreman si za podvig a svi te zovu Lepi
Bekni, ja sam suncokret u vekni
Na ovom betlu ja sam zviždaljka na tekmi
Pretiš, a kada u oči te pogledam
Čujem autotune iz Elitnog Odreda
Pobeda, smiren k’o sekta nakon obreda
Dorata, veština novog svetskog poretka
Opera, Rigoleto, dok vodim te kroz geto
Vaši meci su dijabole kad tu je Stole
Prsti lepljivi od smole, jure nas patrole
Reperi za milost mole, k’o majke nas vole
Uz jutarnji polet menjamo ti shvatanja
Da veruješ u uspeh kad je šansa najmanja
Every move we make, every move we make
You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
But every shot you got, every clip you pop
We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop
Every move we make, every move we make
You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
But every shot you got, every clip you pop
We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)
Stoka — Zagreb, Juice — Beograd
Hiphopium 4
Juice — Beograd, Stoka — Zagreb
Buongiorno mi padre

Kvatrić Voždovac (translation)

I come from mud, with a chain of white gold
Tearing everyone's microphones off is my job
My lines are long to rap and you are short
I'm not cheating on the black scarf with the money
Every little one gets horny and I fuck my own
ZG-BG boxer shorts, hozentreger
In the trunk of the bloody rhyme, I took off my reggae
Two Ivanovic brothers, when they start fucking their mother
Freestyle madafaka, everyone comes to the basement
A room full of smoke, in the clutches of complex rhymes
Radiation in the building - Stole Hiroshima
Vodka, juice, everything is fine, a truckload of whites
Under the spotlights I rap, at the station the police are filming
The voice is nasty, I rule, I attack with the knife of the bastard
The slit throat of the song and she was young
Her head falls on the sidewalk and she always suffers
Flow fucks mater show when I start composing
Ivanovic brothers, they always return to the stage
They stop by in the late hours
Tearing the microphone you know, rhymes fucking golden
Through the rolled filter shat king, the queen of chess-mat
Ready for war campaigns, we present muddy streets
For the first time Juice and Stole, everyone loves it
Belgrade and Zagreb, all needs are naked, what is it?
Every move we make, every move we make
You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
But every shot you got, every clip you pop
We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop
Every move we make, every move we make
You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
But every shot you got, every clip you pop
We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)
Testicles, fake MC suck my testicles
The poet from the street knows who the best is
Lessons on what prestige is in life
You can't sleep and lie down all your life
You run away with this, you get drunk and sober up
You turn into a fish I see you spawn
You scream, calling your crew in the background
Kvatrić and Voždovac, what are you gonna do?
I see her beside you comforting you
And you're licked with a rush in the rustling cherry
You tremble and you set out to take revenge
You are ready for a feat and everyone calls you Beautiful
Beckney, I'm a sunflower in a loaf
On this bet I am the whistle of the match
You threaten, and when I look you in the eye
I hear autotun from the Elite Squad
Victory, calm as a sect after the ceremony
Dora, the art of the new world order
Opera, Rigoletto, as I lead you through the ghetto
Your bullets are devils when Stole is there
Resin-sticky fingers chase us
Rappers beg for mercy, as mothers love us
With the morning flight, we change your perceptions
To believe in success when the chance is the least
Every move we make, every move we make
You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
But every shot you got, every clip you pop
We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop
Every move we make, every move we make
You bitches wanna turn love into a hate
But every shot you got, every clip you pop
We don’t give a fuck cuz we live hip-hop (no doubt)
Livestock - Zagreb, Juice - Belgrade
Hiphopium 4
Juice - Belgrade, Stoka - Zagreb
Good morning, my father