Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sudbina, artist - Juice. Date of issue: 24.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Bosnian
Sudbina(original) |
| Po-po-pogled na sebe |
| Na ulici pre ovog rata |
| Vidim brata koji trudi se da ustane iz blata |
| Sedimo u Cvijićevoj pre tri sata |
| Adži mi je rekao «sudbina kuca na vrata» |
| Trudim se da pobedim samoga sebe |
| Đavo svaki dan pokušava da me odvede |
| FU nosi težinu, trenira, mora da jede |
| O načinu života račun da povede |
| Sećanja blede, zato živimo brzinu |
| Šakali nas jure, al' ne mogu da nas stignu |
| Ostavljamo trag po evropskom asvaltu |
| 93 FUovi stigli su po naplatu |
| Godina dana rada pokriva sve troškove |
| Isplatio se rep, više ne dilujem ćoškove |
| Nema nas na klupi, dobar dan golden time |
| Da li vi uopšte shvatate ovaj rajm? |
| Was was, nicht nicht verstehen |
| Was was, Bruder kein Problem (x4) |
| 6.0 v12 alpina keš, rep, limuzina, vagina, 93 firma |
| Susret s novim ljudima, klubovi su vrući |
| Repujem, spavam, brojim keš, idem kući |
| Sutra opet isto, studio novi bit |
| Cirkam, pišem rime, snimam novi gengsta šit |
| Izdajem, promovišem, uživam, proslavljam |
| Borim se, pobđujem, novu kajlu stavljam |
| Ovaj život ništa ne nudi sam, sve stvaram |
| Kučke oko mene pevaju «Ćuti Dok Te Karam» |
| Jer osećaju mužjaka koji bi ih ljubio |
| A reperi ćute jer znaju da bi ih ubio |
| U Sloveniji, Nemačkoj, Austriji i Švici |
| Prilaze mi stariji, i prilaze mi klinci |
| Pred nas su nastupi, iza nas su slinci |
| Ovu igru će naslediti 93 klinci |
| Lova je danas iznad svega |
| Vidim ljude bez duše, hladnije od leda |
| Umro je kodeks, nestalo je poštovanje |
| Ja tu ne vidim smisao, pravim rastojanje |
| Sada obnavljam znanje, treniram odricanje |
| Pesme imaju težinu, teraju na klicanje |
| Otkucaji srca sa ritmom mi se stapaju |
| Ja rođen sam za ovo, cave, uživam u vapaju |
| Jer život me nije mazio, nego gazio |
| A ruku na čuku, ni ja se nisam pazio |
| Gledam to k’o školu, nema mesto poverenju |
| Na ulici k’o o čemu, kurva o poštenju |
| Zato ulica ta, to nije moj svet |
| Nego samo pista mojih rima za let |
| Ovaj život je proba, da li veruješ u Boga? |
| Ko ne kapira ovo, ne vidi dalje od groba! |
| (translation) |
| After-look at yourself |
| On the streets before this war |
| I see a brother struggling to get out of the mud |
| We are sitting in Cvijićeva three hours ago |
| Aji told me "fate knocks on the door" |
| I'm trying to beat myself up |
| The devil tries to take me away every day |
| FU carries weight, trains, has to eat |
| About the way of life account to lead |
| Memories fade, so we live fast |
| Jackals are chasing us, but they can't reach us |
| We are leaving a mark on European asphalt |
| 93 FUs arrived for payment |
| One year of work covers all costs |
| The tail has paid off, I don't share corners anymore |
| We are not on the bench, good afternoon golden time |
| Do you even understand this paradise? |
| Was was, not at all |
| Was was, Brother no problem (x4) |
| 6.0 v12 alpine cash, tail, sedan, vagina, 93 firms |
| Meeting new people, clubs are hot |
| I rap, sleep, count cash, go home |
| Tomorrow again the same, studio new bit |
| I circus, I write rhymes, I record new gangsta shit |
| I betray, promote, enjoy, celebrate |
| I fight, I win, I put on a new kayak |
| This life offers nothing on its own, I create everything |
| The bitches around me are singing "Shut up while I drive you" |
| Because they feel like a male who would love them |
| And the rappers are silent because they know he would kill them |
| In Slovenia, Germany, Austria and Switzerland |
| The older ones approach me, and the kids approach me |
| In front of us are performances, behind us are drooling |
| 93 kids will inherit this game |
| Money is above everything today |
| I see people without a soul, colder than ice |
| The code died, respect disappeared |
| I don't see the point here, I'm making a distance |
| Now I renew my knowledge, I train renunciation |
| The songs have weight, they make you shout |
| My heartbeat merges with my rhythm |
| I was born for this, cave, I enjoy crying |
| Because life did not caress me, but trampled on me |
| And hand on hammer, I wasn't careful either |
| I see it as a school, there is no place for trust |
| On the street as if about something, a whore about honesty |
| That's why the street is not my world |
| But just the runway of my rhymes for the flight |
| This life is a test, do you believe in God? |
| Who does not understand this, do not see beyond the grave! |