Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Langsomt, artist - L.O.C.. Album song Prestige, Paranoia, Persona, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: S Records
Song language: Danish
Langsomt(original) |
Kør lidt langsommer', mayn |
Træk ind i den langsomme ban' |
Alt det der stress i dit hoved går direkte i blodet |
Så én eller anden dag |
Alle de hoes og de peng' |
De bli’r her aldrig så læng' |
At de' værd at mist' noget, for |
Fuck at løb' gennem livet, tag det langsomt, mayn |
Arh, nu sladrer de allesam' igen |
Men de taler ikk' det sam' sprog som os, min ven |
Ja, fuck hvem, vi' på det der overlev |
De' på det der, livet er så kedeligt, at de må overdrive |
De burd' nyde, at det går så godt |
At de har tid til at følge med i, hvem der fucker op |
Lav din' penge, hold din kæft og nyd det |
Al snak er jalousi, det' så fucking tydeligt |
De har mit navn i munden, som om de virkelig kender mig |
Ingen af dem aner, hva' jeg har fået med derhjemmefra |
Jeg' døbt Liam Nygaard O’Connor |
Og fuck en kunstner — jeg' et ærligt menneske med en hunger |
Så jeg' ikk' imponeret af deres macho lort |
Det hele er set før, de' som fisse til Don Juan |
De burde bli' journalister for et fucking sladderblad |
For jeg' åbenbart alt, de ka' rap' om |
Og fuck en finkulturel fisse, for jeg ska' æde |
Du' så smurt ind i lortet, at du ikk' er tilstede |
De andre de' så dumme, de ikk' ka' respektere |
Et hustle, der ikk' indebærer, at man ka' end' indespærret |
Så du ka' hvil' i pis, ingen fred |
Din største fjende er dig selv, ingen had |
Det ved du, når du en dag bli’r ramt af virkeligheden |
Så hvorfor har du så travlt? |
Yo, homie, sæt farten ned |
Du burde kør' lidt langsommer', mayn |
Træk ind i den langsomme ban' |
Alt det der stress i dit hoved går direkte i blodet |
Så én eller anden dag |
Alle de hoes og de peng' |
De bli’r her aldrig så læng' |
At de' værd at mist' noget, for |
Fuck at løb' gennem livet, tag det langsomt, mayn |
Den her er dedikeret til et loyalt menneske |
Der' gået gennem hele lortet med mig uden det mindste |
De si’r, de bedste dør unge, men vi er her stadig |
La' os kryds' fingre, for at vi' helt forfærdelige |
Min blodsbror, så din kamp er min egen |
Og jeg sværger, at vi efterhånden ka' skimte målstregen |
For selv din lille dreng bli’r voksen, som tiden dog går |
Og jeg smiler hver gang, du fortæller mig om den lille lort |
Helt rash-rash, og han ligner dig på en prik |
Man sku' nok ha' været der, men det var de ikk' |
Så fuck en mening fra en uforstående |
Om deres hæder så er ægte eller ment hånligt |
De ga' mig statuetter og kys |
Blot for at se hvem af os, der så glemte det først |
Og da mit ego ramt' loftet til et punkt, hvor alt brister |
Sagde du: «Hold nu din kæft, Liam, og hør efter |
Livet er mer' end penge og at knep' kvinder fra tv» |
Og jeg kigged' blankt på dig, som om hvordan ka' du dog sige det? |
Var det ikk' det her, vi havde drømt om? |
At bli' så fartblinde at det hele virker langsomt |
Jeg kom med en længer' smøre, om hvordan det gøres |
Hvorfor det lå i kortene, at jeg sku' bli' den fucking størst' |
Så høj på mig selv, at jeg slet ikk' ku' tal' om andet |
Og alt, du sagde tilbage, var: «Sæt dig dog ned, for fanden» |
Og prøv at kør' lidt langsommer', mayn |
Træk ind i den langsomme ban' |
Alt det der stress i dit hoved går direkte i blodet |
Så én eller anden dag |
Alle de hoes og de peng' |
De bli’r her aldrig så læng' |
At de' værd at mist' noget, for |
Fuck at løb' gennem livet, tag det langsomt |
Vi' gået glip af så meget for at få det lige præcis, som vi ville |
Vi har jagtet peng' hele livet uden helt at vide, hva' vi sku' bruge dem til |
Er du klar over hvor meget kærlighed, du ku' ha' fået for den mil'? |
Nu' der kun én ting, du ikk' ka' køb', og det' mere tid at spilde |
Yeah, arh |
Brug penge, som om det var den første |
Og knep, som om det var den sidste |
Brug penge, som om det var den første |
Og knep, som om det var den sidste |
Brug penge, som om det var den første |
Og knep, som om det var den sidste |
Brug penge, som om det var den første |
Og knep, som om det var den sidste |
Brug penge, som om det var den første |
Og knep, som om det var den sidste |
Brug penge, som om det var den første |
Og knep, som om det var den sidste |
Brug penge, som om det var den første |
Og knep, som om det var den sidste |
Brug penge, som om det var den første |
Og knep, som om det var den sidste |
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! |
(translation) |
Drive a little slow ', mayn |
Pull into the slow ban ' |
All that stress in your head goes directly into the bloodstream |
So one day or another |
All the hoes and the money ' |
They'll never stay here that long ' |
That they 'worth losing' something, too |
Fuck that ran 'through life, take it slow, mayn |
Arh, now they're all gossiping 'again |
But they do not speak the same language as us, my friend |
Yes, fuck who, we 'on what survived |
They 'on that, life is so boring that they have to exaggerate |
They should enjoy the fact that it's going so well |
That they have time to follow who is fucking up |
Make your 'money, shut up and enjoy it |
All talk is jealousy, it's so fucking obvious |
They have my name in their mouths, as if they really know me |
None of them have any idea what's I got from home |
I'm christened Liam Nygaard O'Connor |
And fuck an artist - I'm an honest person with a hunger |
So I 'ik' impressed by their macho shit |
It's all been seen before, they 'like pussy to Don Juan |
They should be journalists for a fucking gossip magazine |
Because I're obviously all they can rap about |
And fuck a fine culture pussy, because I'm going to eat |
You're so smeared in the shit that you're not present |
The others they 'so stupid, they ikk' ka 'respect |
A hustle that does not imply that one can 'end' imprisoned |
So you can 'rest' in piss, no peace |
Your biggest enemy is yourself, no hatred |
You know it when you get hit by reality one day |
So why are you so busy? |
Yo, homie, slow down |
You should drive 'a little slow', mayn |
Pull into the slow ban ' |
All that stress in your head goes directly into the bloodstream |
So one day or another |
All the hoes and the money ' |
They'll never stay here that long ' |
That they 'worth losing' something, too |
Fuck that ran 'through life, take it slow, mayn |
This one is dedicated to a loyal human being |
There 'gone through all the shit with me without the slightest |
They say the best die young, but we're still here |
Let's cross our fingers that we're absolutely awful |
My blood brother, so your fight is my own |
And I swear that we will eventually catch a glimpse of the finish line |
Because even your little boy grows up, as time goes on |
And I smile every time you tell me about that little shit |
Totally rash-rash and he looks like you on a dot |
You should probably have been there, but they were not. |
So fuck an opinion from a misunderstood |
Whether their honors then are genuine or meant scornfully |
They gave me statuettes and kisses |
Just to see which of us then forgot it first |
And then my ego hit 'the ceiling to a point where everything bursts |
Did you say, 'Shut up, Liam, and listen |
Life is more 'than money and fucking' women from TV » |
And I looked blankly at you, as if how can you say that? |
Was not this what we had dreamed of? |
To become so speed blind that it all seems slow |
I came up with a longer 'smear on how to do it |
Why it was in the cards, that I should 'become' the fucking biggest ' |
So high on myself that I did not 'ku' talk 'about anything else |
And all you said back was, "Sit down, damn it." |
And try running 'a little slow', mayn |
Pull into the slow ban ' |
All that stress in your head goes directly into the bloodstream |
So one day or another |
All the hoes and the money ' |
They'll never stay here that long ' |
That they 'worth losing' something, too |
Fuck that ran 'through life, take it slow |
We've missed so much to get it exactly as we wanted |
We've been chasing money 'all our lives without really knowing what' we 'were going to use it for |
Do you realize how much love you could have had for that mile? |
Now there's only one thing you can not buy, and that's more time to waste |
Yeah, arh |
Spend money as if it were the first |
And fuck, like it was the last one |
Spend money as if it were the first |
And fuck, like it was the last one |
Spend money as if it were the first |
And fuck, like it was the last one |
Spend money as if it were the first |
And fuck, like it was the last one |
Spend money as if it were the first |
And fuck, like it was the last one |
Spend money as if it were the first |
And fuck, like it was the last one |
Spend money as if it were the first |
And fuck, like it was the last one |
Spend money as if it were the first |
And fuck, like it was the last one |
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! |