Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ulice Su Brze, artist - Mcn
Date of issue: 20.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Croatian
Ulice Su Brze(original) |
15 godina kasnije |
Znam da me želite i dalje |
Slušaj sad |
'N je ponovo tu |
Ti slušaš ovaj rep dok ideš u školu |
Ja sam tvoj idol, sa mnom živiš u bolu |
I voleo bih da me pitaš da li je ovo ono pravo? |
Mnogo njih je otišlo, a nije reklo: «Zdravo» |
Mali, dobro klimni glavom |
Jebeš Guči, Kavali, to nije ono pravo |
Ono što imaš u glavi, to je ono pravo |
Na ulici smo sami, idemo samo pravo |
Pitaš se šta je moj život, da li me nešto muči? |
Milion puta mrtav, pijan sam išao kući |
Daleko od brata, oca i majke |
Na nogama je Guči, nekad su bile Najke |
Gazim gas u patos, nigde nikog nema |
Moje ulice su mrtve, tamo nema 'N-a |
Prerano smo odrasli jer ulica nam ne prašta |
Jednom kad nas ne bude trajaće ova predstava |
Ulice su brze, one vole kada gube ratnike |
I nemoj nikad da me pitaš: «Šta ti je?» |
Po njima gazile su naše patike |
Ulice su brze, ulice su brze |
Dok su noću naše majke kući plakale |
Ekipe naše svim i svačim šljakale |
A naše želje svakim danom skakale |
Ulice su brze |
Ti slušaš ovaj rep dok se rolaš u džipu |
Pitaš se da li te voli, ili ga duva onom liku |
I sve ti je čudno, jebiga, pare su moć |
Jedno oko je budno dok vozim pijan kroz noć |
I želiš da me pitaš da li i ja patim? |
Mnogo njih je otišlo, ortak, moraš to znati |
Digni gore glavu, pravi pare jer to umeš |
Nemoj izdati sebe zbog jedne jebene kurve |
I nisu žene kurve, mi ih pravimo takvim |
Mi ih činimo skupim, mi ih pravimo lakim |
Sve one žele mir, kuću, decu i dom |
Al' često sjebe ih hir na putu tom |
Moj je život lom kada zavese padnu |
I znam da nikog nema, opet sam sam u sranju |
Prerano smo odrasli jer ulica nam ne prašta |
Jednom kad nas ne bude, ostaju na nas sećanja |
Ulice su brze, one vole kada gube ratnike |
I nemoj nikad da me pitaš: «Šta ti je?» |
Po njima gazile su naše patike |
Ulice su brze, ulice su brze |
Dok su noću naše majke kući plakale |
Ekipe naše svim i svačim šljakale |
A naše želje svakim danom skakale |
Ulice su brze |
Ti slušaš ovaj rep dok ti ciklus kasni |
I sve bi bilo okej da nije seks bez strasti |
Da 50 eura ne košta tvoje «Volim te» |
Iz male sredine pobegla od rodbine |
Život je košmar, a ti se peglaš za lovu |
Tamo odakle si došla ljudi žive u bolu |
Vikendom na splavu, u klozetu gudriraš |
Prihvati istinu pravu, ne laži svoje da studiraš |
Nisi loša osoba, al' oko tebe je sve trulo |
Nekom bila bi posebna, ovako zovu te kurvom |
Zovu te nulom ribe koje su nule |
Postoje mnogo bolje stvari koje raditi umeš |
Budi jaka i svoja, zajebi alkohol, drogu |
Na dnu bez imena, broja, svi te žele na krovu |
Svi smo rasli zajedno, pa se malo bolje znamo |
Tamo gde nebo plače, srešćemo se tamo |
Ulice su brze, one vole kada gube ratnike |
I nemoj nikad da me pitaš: «Šta ti je?» |
Po njima gazile su naše patike |
Ulice su brze, ulice su brze |
Dok su noću naše majke kući plakale |
Ekipe naše svim i svačim šljakale |
A naše želje svakim danom skakale |
Ulice su brze |
(translation) |
15 years later |
I know you still want me |
Listen now |
'N is at it again |
You listen to this rap on your way to school |
I am your idol, you live with me in pain |
And I would like you to ask me if this is the right one? |
Many of them left without saying "Hello" |
Little one, nod your head well |
Fuck Gucci, Kavali, that's not real |
What you have in your head is the right one |
We are alone on the street, just go straight |
You wonder what my life is, is something bothering me? |
A million times dead, I went home drunk |
Far from my brother, father and mother |
On his feet are Gucci, once there were Nikes |
I step on the gas in pathos, there is no one anywhere |
My streets are dead, no 'N there |
We grew up too soon because the street does not forgive us |
Once we are gone, this show will go on |
Streets are fast, they love losing warriors |
And don't ever ask me: "What's wrong with you?" |
Our sneakers stepped on them |
The streets are fast, the streets are fast |
While at night our mothers came home crying |
Our teams beat everyone |
And our desires jumped every day |
The streets are fast |
You listen to this rap while rolling in the jeep |
You wonder if he loves you, or if he's blowing that character |
And everything is strange to you, fuck, money is power |
One eye is awake as I drive drunk through the night |
And you want to ask me if I suffer too? |
A lot of them are gone, man, you gotta know that |
Keep your head up, make money because you can |
Don't give yourself away for a fucking whore |
And women are not whores, we make them so |
We make them expensive, we make them easy |
They all want peace, a house, children and a home |
Al' often screw them up on the way there |
My life is broken when the curtains fall |
And I know there's no one, I'm alone in the shit again |
We grew up too soon because the street does not forgive us |
Once we are gone, our memories remain |
Streets are fast, they love losing warriors |
And don't ever ask me: "What's wrong with you?" |
Our sneakers stepped on them |
The streets are fast, the streets are fast |
While at night our mothers came home crying |
Our teams beat everyone |
And our desires jumped every day |
The streets are fast |
You listen to this rap while your cycle is late |
And everything would be okay if it wasn't sex without passion |
That 50 euros does not cost your "I love you" |
She ran away from her relatives from a small environment |
Life is a nightmare, and you're looking for money |
Where you came from, people live in pain |
At the weekend on a raft, you poop in the toilet |
Accept the truth, don't lie to yourself to study |
You are not a bad person, but everything around you is rotten |
She would be special to someone, this is how they call you a whore |
They call you zero chicks that are zero |
There are much better things you can do |
Be strong and be yourself, screw alcohol, drugs |
At the bottom with no name, no number, everyone wants you on the roof |
We all grew up together, so we know each other a little better |
Where the sky cries, we will meet there |
Streets are fast, they love losing warriors |
And don't ever ask me: "What's wrong with you?" |
Our sneakers stepped on them |
The streets are fast, the streets are fast |
While at night our mothers came home crying |
Our teams beat everyone |
And our desires jumped every day |
The streets are fast |