Translation of the song lyrics Bordluder - L.O.C.

Bordluder (original)

Hva' så der, Liam, mand?
Hva' sker der?
Ska' vi ikk' i byen eller hvad?
Var det ikk', var det ikk' meningen?
Nej mand, gider ikk' det der fucking byen, mand
Hva' sker der?
Hva' der sket?
Seriøst?
Du har ikk' hørt det der lort i lørdags eller hva'?
La' mig lige hør'
Okay, tjek det her
Jeg ta’r et skridt ind i klubben, lortet er helt pakket
Og alligevel er det første, jeg ser
En flok rapper', der danser i møblerne
Ja, allesammen de går fuldt retarderet
De' på emma hele holdet, de har flasker på bordene
Og teenagetøser som selskab
Du ved, typen der spiller smart over for de sam' folk
I nyt tøj hver lørdag
Den ene lille hang-around spørg' om, jeg' klar på
At ta' en snap, og jeg spørg': «Hva' det?»
Inden han ta’r et billede med sin 'fon og skriver hen over det:
«Se mig, jeg hænger med L.O.C.»
Guderne vil vide, hvis han vidst', hva' jeg synes om ham
Så vil' han sikkert skab' sig som en tøs
Men fuck it, for natten den er ung og præcis lige så dum
Som drengen, der knipser løs
Den ene rapper hopper op til DJ’en, sætter sit eget lort på
Og ta’r mikrofonen
Nej, ingen her er kommet for at se ham spille
Men alligevel så råber idioten
Han råber: «Fuck berømmelse, alt det handler om para»
Men det' sådan der, din forretning bli’r kvalt
Ser du, jeg ville ikk' spyt' så meget som et ord
Uden ejeren han fik lov at betal'
Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder (Ja, han er)
Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder (Ja, han er)
Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder (Ja, han er)
Din yndlingsrapper er en bordluder (Ja, han er, er, er, er)
Hende her tøsen er pænt aggressiv
Og helt smurt ind i noget krigs-makeup
Hendes hænder ligner lort, hun er tattet op af fingrene
Men hun er stadig helt spændt op
Hun siger, hvis jeg nu ruller med hende
Så får jeg mer' end bare lidt penge til benzin
Men jeg' hverken kommet her for at dans' eller knep'
Så nej tak, bitch, det' fint
Men som festen tynder ud ud på natten
Er der kun hend' og hendes veninder tilbage
Jeg tænker: «Fuck it, så længe at jeg pakker pikken ind
Så ka' det her ikk' gå helt galt»
Vi rammer hotellet, hun har set for mange film
Og vil ha', at vi ska' gør' det her vildt voldsomt
Jeg si’r: «Fint nok», hun siger, jeg ska' ta' fat om hendes hals
Mens hun selv holder hænderne rundt om
Hun vil ha', at jeg ska' stramme lidt til, så jeg følger bare trop
Mens hun hidsigt si’r: «Mer'»
Men pludselig så vender hun det hvide ud af øjnene
Og kællingen stopper med at træk' vejret
Prøver med en flad, tjekker hendes puls
Kan ikk' finde lortet, vågn op, bitch
Næste flad hjælper, så jeg stikker mig selv en
For ikk' at gå helt i panik
Men som tingene ser ud, er mit mindste problem
At jeg vil' få mere end en voldsdom
Ser du, det stinker i sengen, fordi kroppen den gi’r slip
Når en person er lige ved at omkomme
La' vær at fuck' med en bordluder (Bare la' vær)
La' vær at fuck' med en bordluder (Bare la' vær)
La' vær at fuck' med en bordluder (Bare la' vær)
La' vær at fuck' med en bordluder (Bare la' vær, vær, vær, vær)
Hallo Liam, mand, hva' fanden er det for en historie, du fortæller mig, mand?
Jeg sagde, vi sku' i byen, og du står og fortæller mig så'n nogle ting.
Shit man, jeg har fucking ikk' lyst til at ta' i byen.
Fuck this shit

Bordluder (translation)

What's up, Liam, man?
What's up?
Are we not going to the city or what?
Wasn't that the point?
No man, do not bother that fucking city, man
What's up?
What has happened?
Seriously?
You did not hear that shit last Saturday or what?
Let's just hear '
Okay, check this out
I'm taking a step into the club, the shit is completely packed
And yet it's the first thing I see
A bunch of rappers' dancing in the furniture
Yes, all of them they go fully retarded
They 'em on the whole team, they have bottles on the tables
And teenage girls as company
You know, the guy who plays smart with the same people
In new clothes every Saturday
The one little hang-around ask 'if I' ready
To take a snap and I ask, "What's it?"
Before he takes a picture with his phone and writes over it:
"Look, I'm hanging out with L.O.C."
The gods will know if he knows what I think of him
Then 'he will probably create' himself like a girl
But fuck it, because at night it's young and just as stupid
Like the boy who snaps loose
One rapper jumps up on the DJ, puts his own shit on
And take the microphone
No, no one here has come to see him play
But still, the idiot shouts
He shouts: «Fuck fame, all it's about para»
But it's like that, your business gets suffocated
You see, I would not 'spit' as much as a word
Without the owner he was allowed to pay '
Your favorite rapper is a tablecloth (Yes, he is)
Your favorite rapper is a tablecloth (Yes, he is)
Your favorite rapper is a tablecloth (Yes, he is)
Your favorite rapper is a tablecloth (Yes, he is, is, is, is)
Her here the girl is pretty aggressive
And completely smeared into some war makeup
Her hands look like shit, she's taken up by her fingers
But she's still totally excited
She says if I now roll with her
Then I get more 'than just a little money for petrol
But I 'neither come here to dance' nor trick '
So no thanks, bitch, that's fine
But as the party thins out into the night
Is there only her and her friends left
I think, “Fuck it, as long as I wrap the dick in it
So this can not go completely wrong »
We hit the hotel, she has seen too many movies
And want us to 'do' this wildly violently
I say, "Fine enough," she says, "I'll grab her neck."
While she herself holds her hands around
She wants me to tighten up a little so I just follow suit
As she angrily says, "More."
But suddenly she turns the white out of her eyes
And the bitch stops breathing
Trying with a flat, checks her heart rate
Can 't find the shit, wake up, bitch
Next flat helps so I stick myself one
To not panic completely
But as things stand, my least problem is
That I will 'get more than a sentence of violence
You see, it stinks in bed because its body slips
When a person is about to perish
Do not fuck with a tablecloth (Just do not)
Do not fuck with a tablecloth (Just do not)
Do not fuck with a tablecloth (Just do not)
Let's fuck 'with a tablecloth (Just let's, be, be, be)
Hi Liam, man, what the hell is this story you're telling me, man?
I said we're going to town, and you're standing there telling me some things.
Shit man, I fucking do not want to take in the city.
Fuck this shit