Translation of the song lyrics Lisice - trox

Lisice (original)

Pošto bato za taj drip, ti bi pitô
Ne ispituj MISTER MISTER sad da ne bi skitô
Lisice, samom sebi stavljaš lisice
Litice, samog sebe niz litice
Ako trap je šahovska tabla, ja sam u ulozi kralja
Ti si pijun, mada, ti to ne kapiraš sada, jer si piglu
Kapiram da sam u ringu sa sobom do kraja
Samo je ostao minut;
ovde i džukele grizu, pa ja sam postao pitbull
U snovima gruva mi bass na max;
u kolima duva mi 'rava ta;
flow života kao
Busta Rhymes Nisam hippie kao Rastaman, nisam komerc, nisam Rasta fan
Odmah pucam, ništa rasprava, bićeš plav kao Avatar
Ja nisam reper, da l' to kapiraš?
Da to mi je samo paravan?
Gledali rane sa ranama, pa zar vam sad nije jasno da otmeno otmemo pazar vam?
Iz dana u dan rastemo — kamata;
duge su cevi kô karavan
Malena kaži mi kol’ko bi karata?
Za kol’ko se karaš sad?
Ako padnem na ustima biće mi katanac
A da li znaš kol’ko košta likvidacija?
Ponekad samo frustracija
Na beat-u mi je ilustracija;
prozivaš me, na šta ciljaš?
Promašaj, moraćeš bolje da naciljaš
Ako umrem mlad biću nasmejan jer treba mi mir u duši, ova 'zika je mir za uši
Sanjam — nemoj da me budiš
Stvaram — nemoj da se čudiš
Stvaran, al' nisam kao ljudi
Sada nemoj da mi sudiš, a kada dođe dan sudnji ja znam šta nosiću na duši
Pošto bato za taj drip, ti bi pitô
Ne ispituj MISTER MISTER sad da ne bi skitô
Lisice, samom sebi stavljaš lisice
Litice, samog sebe niz litice
Mala radi cowgirl kao August Ames
U ovom trap-u ja sam Jesse James
Da sam crnac, I’d be spitting flames
Sve me traže, ali nemam Face
Igraš igru, ali nemaš game
Ja sam uzô set, a ti nemaš game
Ona daje sve, a ti nemaš game
Čak i juriš keš zato što nemaš gain
Gledam vas kako se kurčite, čime kad nemate guzice?
U pesmama priče sa ulice, u spotu su pičke sa ulice
Neću koks, brate nemam šta da popravim
Čuvam nos, ne guram ga gde su poslovi
A oni viču «Trox, brate, kad ćeš da se proslaviš?»
Ja samo ćutim, šljakam, ne možeš ni da pretpostaviš
Sa sobom vučem brata, tako nalažu mi kodeksi
Jer lako zaboraviš sve kad keš osetiš
I nisam se prodô zbog autotune-a i neću nikad da se clout-om guram
Camaro upad na scenu bruda, vozim pesmu kô da Camaro furam
Tunnel Vision, kô Kodak crn sam, uvek lagan flow brate kô da duvam
Lagano buraz, uvek dodam buraz, uvek dobar drugar
Uglavnom uvek na pola puta kad zoveš, a kažem da tu sam
U meni je reper, al' bolje da nije — ne zatvaram usta i previše šijem
I previše pucam po beat-u i linije pišem jer lud sam u stihu kô Brutal i mračan
kô Brut
Al' pokazô sam muda i piše mi ime na titlu, nauči da čitaš i proveri rimu
Pošto bato za taj drip, ti bi pitô
Ne ispituj MISTER MISTER sad da ne bi skitô
Lisice, samom sebi stavljaš lisice
Litice, samog sebe niz litice

Lisice (translation)

Since I'm tapping for that drip, you're going to drink
Don't question MISTER MISTER now, lest you miss it
Handcuffs, you handcuff yourself
Cliffs, himself down the cliffs
If the trap is a chessboard, I am in the role of king
You are a pawn, although you don't realize it now, because you are a pig
I understand that I am in the ring with myself until the end
There's only a minute left;
mutts bite here too, so I became a pit bull
In my dreams, I'm grooving the bass to the max;
in the car it blows 'rava ta';
flow of life as
Busta Rhymes I'm not a hippie like a Rastaman, I'm not a commercial, I'm not a Rasta fan
I'll shoot right away, no discussion, you'll be as blue as the Avatar
I'm not a rapper, do you understand that?
That it's just a cover for me?
We looked at wounds with wounds, so don't you understand now that we are going to steal your market in style?
We are growing day by day — interest;
the pipes are as long as a station wagon
Little one, tell me how many tickets would you like?
How much are you fighting for now?
If I fall on my face it will be a padlock
And do you know how much liquidation costs?
Sometimes just frustration
I have an illustration on the beat;
you're calling me names, what are you getting at?
Miss, you'll have to aim better
If I die young I'll be smiling because I need peace in my soul, this 'zika is peace for my ears
I'm dreaming — don't wake me up
I create — don't be surprised
Real, but I'm not like people
Now don't judge me, and when the day of judgment comes I know what I will carry on my soul
Since I'm tapping for that drip, you're going to drink
Don't question MISTER MISTER now, lest you miss it
Handcuffs, you handcuff yourself
Cliffs, himself down the cliffs
Mala does cowgirl like August Ames
In this trap I'm Jesse James
If I were black, I'd be spitting flames
Everyone is looking for me, but I don't have a Face
You're playing a game, but you don't have game
I took a set, and you don't have a game
She gives everything, and you have no gamma
You're even chasing cash because you don't have gain
I'm watching you guys fucking, what do you do when you don't have asses?
In the songs of stories from the street, in the video there are bitches from the street
I don't want coke, bro, I have nothing to fix
I keep my nose, I don't push it where the jobs are
And they shout "Trox, brother, when are you going to be famous?"
I'm just silent, slag, you can't even imagine
I'm dragging my brother with me, that's what the codes tell me
Because you easily forget everything when you feel the cash
And I didn't sell myself for autotune and I will never push myself with clout
Camaro burst onto the scene, I'm driving a song like I'm driving a Camaro
Tunnel Vision, like Kodak I'm black, always light flow bro, who can I blow
Easy brother, I always add brother, always a good friend
Mostly always halfway when you call, and I say I'm here
There's a rapper in me, but it's better not to — I don't close my mouth and sew too much
And I shoot too much on the beat and I write the lines because I'm crazy in the verse like Brutal and dark
who Brutus
But I showed my balls and wrote my name on the subtitle, learn to read and check the rhyme
Since I'm tapping for that drip, you're going to drink
Don't question MISTER MISTER now, lest you miss it
Handcuffs, you handcuff yourself
Cliffs, himself down the cliffs