Translation of the song lyrics Os - OS, Moon Afflick, SİMO

Os (original)

Ikk' fashionister hvor vi' fra, brormand, stilen den er klonet
Folk laver det, de ska' og skifter — kamæleon
Ska' jeg fortæl' dem ligesom resten, jeg vil ha' min million?
Ska' jeg fortæl' dem, hvor’n jeg hakked' med en Samsung-telefon?
Se på Moon, ga' et flow som den franske Riviera
Hallo Inger, du burd' kom' og tak' os for din karriere
Sort hoodie uden logo, brormand, fuck ogs' Montclair
Fra en cirkel hvor folk render, laver lidt af hvert
Føler pres, brormand, fuck arrest, flækker din adres'
Gi' mig laks, jeg vil bar' ha' laks, brormand, gi' mig laks
Fuck snak, ingen bandeord i min indbak'
Ta’r en sti, du ikk' ka' find' på Krak, para over magt
Løs' læber sank skib, så brormand, hold dig for din mund
La' vær at sælg' dit ansigt, få nogl' dollars i din pung
Hvis succes afspejler IQ, er det klart at se, du' dum
Min bror, de siger, at para taler, og det' nemt at hør', du' stum, ah
Jeg' ikk' engang begyndt
Fik ikk' noget foræret, men nu tæller jeg min mønt, jeg min mønt
Det' heller ikk' for kønt
Snakker velfærdsmodeller, men modeller er til pynt, er til pynt
Stol ikk' på nogen — invester i dig selv
Os, vi' ikk' ligesom nogen — os, vi' ikk' ligesom dem
Ay, forretning florerer som påskeliljer
Alle har gang i alting, samtaler på lukked' linjer
Dopamin og kokaina, kald det, hva' du vil
Så mange rødder til deres vaner — os, vi falder for at spil'
Ser verden gennem vandmærker, støtter så længe folk er glade
De elsker drugs, men vi' mere afhængige af at cut' en plade
Para avler vold, find en glock og lad
Der' skyer over øen, men der' snestorm på Gothersgade
Stresser, cutter plade, fuck at lade som om det' fint
Negative stereotype er en mand med melanin
Lak, boozen er ikk' nok, så de' doped up — c’est la vie
Har hørt, Vedbæk de ska' fest', så jeg mødes med Benjamin
Ja, det' fucked up, men det' sjovt nok helt normalt nok at forvent' af mig
Livet har skabt lange nætter, spildt på at vend' og drej'
Du' ukendt, du' en adam, så ikk' sig, du kender mig
Du' en klovn — har hørt de savner dig på Cirkus Benneweis
Jeg' ikk' engang begyndt
Fik ikk' noget foræret, men nu tæller jeg min mønt, jeg min mønt
Det' heller ikk' for kønt
Snakker velfærdsmodeller, men modeller er til pynt, er til pynt
Stol ikk' på nogen — invester i dig selv
Os, vi' ikk' ligesom nogen — os, vi' ikk' ligesom dem
(Jaer) Alle kender mønsteret som en kæde
Alle har en mening uden at ha' en plan at kom' med (kom' med)
Mig — jeg frøder, til jeg' bollefed
Ka' mærk' dit had i blodet, brormand, gå og snit dit håndled
Ingen tid til hva' du synes, min bror, jeg fokuserer på mit (lak)
Alle har det samme motiv — lav nogl' penge og, ay
Tæller ikk' din' penge, habibi, passer min butik, lak
Samme tøj i otte dage, så stilen den er slidt, lak
Slum-slum fætter
Hvad ved de om halve måneder med nætter?
Sort' penge, seminar, kun-kun stress
Og shabs’ne har paranoia, de har dum-dum med sig, la
Holder mig vågen som arabica
Altid mindst tre telefoner i min cardigan
Hvis de gern' vil brug' deres weekend coked up, så har vi jer
Jeres egen lykkesmed som blå blok mafia
Jeg' ikk' engang begyndt
Fik ikk' noget foræret, men nu tæller jeg min mønt, jeg min mønt
Det' heller ikk' for kønt
Snakker velfærdsmodeller, men modeller er til pynt, er til pynt
Stol ikk' på nogen — invester i dig selv
Os, vi' ikk' ligesom nogen — os, vi' ikk' ligesom dem
Åh, os, vi' ikk' ligesom dem
Åh, vi' ikk' ligesom dem

Os (translation)

Not 'fashionistas where we' from, brother, the style it is cloned
People do what they have to do and change - chameleon
Shall I tell them like the rest I want my million?
Should I 'tell' where I hacked 'with a Samsung phone?
Look at the Moon, gave a flow like the French Riviera
Hi Inger, you should 'come' and thank us for your career
Black hoodie without logo, brother, fuck also 'Montclair
From a circle where people run, make a little of each
Feeling pressure, brother, fuck arrest, split your address'
Give me salmon, I just want salmon, brother, give me salmon
Fuck talk, no swear words in my inbox '
Take a path you can not find on Krak, para over power
Loose's lips sank ship, so brother, hold on to your mouth
Do not sell your face, get some dollars in your wallet
If success reflects IQ, it's clear you're stupid
My brother, they say that para speaks, and it 'easy to hear', you 'dumb, ah
I'k 'once started
Did not get anything for free, but now I count my coin, I my coin
It's neither 'too pretty
Talking welfare models, but models are for decoration, are for decoration
Do not trust anyone - invest in yourself
Us, we 'ikk' like anyone - us, we 'ikk' like them
Ay, business abounds like daffodils
Everyone is busy with everything, conversations on closed lines
Dopamine and cocaine, cold it, whatever you want
So many roots to their habits - us, we fall to play '
Seeing the world through watermarks, supporting as long as people are happy
They love drugs, but we 'more addicted to cutting' a record
Para breeds violence, find a glock and let
There 'clouds over the island, but there' snowstorm on Gothersgade
Stress, cutter plate, fuck to pretend it 'fine
Negative stereotype is a man with melanin
Lak, boozen er ikk 'nok, so de' doped up - c’est la vie
Have heard, Vedbæk they are going to 'party', so I meet Benjamin
Yes, it 'fucked up, but it' funny enough quite normal enough to expect 'of me
Life has created long nights, wasted on turning 'and turning'
You're unknown, you 'an adam, so do not say you know me
You're a clown - have heard they miss you at Circus Benneweis
I'k 'once started
Did not get anything for free, but now I count my coin, I my coin
It's neither 'too pretty
Talking welfare models, but models are for decoration, are for decoration
Do not trust anyone - invest in yourself
Us, we 'ikk' like anyone - us, we 'ikk' like them
(Jaer) Everyone knows the pattern like a chain
Everyone has an opinion without having a plan to come with (come with)
Me - I froth until I 'bun fat
Ka 'feel' your hatred in the blood, brother, go and cut your wrist
No time for what you think, my brother, I'm focusing on my (lacquer)
Everyone has the same motive - make some money and, ay
Does not count 'your' money, habibi, fits my shop, varnish
Same clothes for eight days, so the style it is worn, varnish
Slum-slum cousin
What do they know about half months of nights?
Black 'money, seminar, only-only stress
And the shabs have paranoia, they have stupid-stupid with them, la
Keeps me awake like arabica
Always at least three phones in my cardigan
If they would like to 'use' their weekend coked up, then we have you
Your own fortune teller as a blue block mafia
I'k 'once started
Did not get anything for free, but now I count my coin, I my coin
It's neither 'too pretty
Talking welfare models, but models are for decoration, are for decoration
Do not trust anyone - invest in yourself
Us, we 'ikk' like anyone - us, we 'ikk' like them
Oh, us, we 'ikk' like them
Oh, we'k 'like them