2024.05.17.
Rasta - Geto Sport dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
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Geto Sport
Click to see the original lyrics (Serbian)[Hook: Rasta]
All the soldiers are here
And their phone keeps ringing
And everyone keeps waiting for their
Chance to go over the border
And while they are sitting there on the roof
Together they are staring at the sky
Every day they are chasing that cash
Cuz that's that ghetto sport, baby
[Verse 1: Rasta]
(Woo, woo, woo) Intervention unit
In front of them stopped gray vectra
On the hood tri kilos in three packages
One bereta, one new magnum 357 (Bang, bang)
It's either yours, or you're a witness (Woah)
You either protect yours, or you surrender (Woah)
Everyone wants to count bloody euro
Many put those same pistols on foreheads
At opello, everybody on white, bitches acting like they are in a booth
On the suit, blood trails are on the suit
First in line are the ones who were a part of it
(Bomboclaat) Junkies are all right
Bros selling shit faster than Nutella
Everyone just chases that calling like they are in a cartel
Everyone hurrying somewhere furthest away, everyone is there on mardelj
Soles get worn out until they become dons (Woo)
Living in Sodom, Gomorrah, be careful what you say (Psst)
Focus on cash, cars and apartments on their minds (Yeah)
Everyone chases those dreams, Bogdan Bodanović (Woo, woo, woo)
[Hook: Rasta & Seksi]
All the soldiers are here
And their phone keeps ringing
And everyone keeps waiting for their
Chance to go over the border
And while they are sitting there on the roof
Together they are staring at the sky
Every day they are chasing that cash (Dark Side)
Cuz that's that ghetto sport, baby
[Verse 2: Seksi]
Welcome here where cops beat up
Emptying public, filling up our own registers
Balkan Straße, they breaking your doors with a ram, you jump from the balcony
A kid grows up faster where the slings are cheaper
Where the streets are long and dark, barrels are shorter
So they can fit in the pants
Because everything is about the money
And that's why bros in marked clothing are on the corner
Stood for hours, separating wheat from the chaff
Moncler and sportwear, not with chains
We are there with earning in our pockets
But we protect ours and that's why bros doin' time are full of money too
Someone keeps quiet for a kilo, someone snitches for a small packet
Of course the one who called them, watches from the balcony as they arrest you
Counting money while rappers bullshit about cash, but their salaries are late
Because I do not like UK and I never will, this gives the best drip, just so you know
[Verse 3: Banfica]
It's Rasta, CC and Ficaban, biting on the verse like fucking piranahs
Calculator, weed, flipping, mathematics - higher knowledge
When we attack you with a mallet, I send you back to your ancestors
Our Father you who know the details, don't send us in dark jaws
I dream of more, but I have less, the night is over, its day outside
Only thing I see is weed, but, old man, that's our dream
On the quart grenade exploded, over the quart, bullets, rah-ta-ta
The salary is here, treating my bros, Caesar salad, Caesar kasara
Throwing the bag on orphanages, we're coming straight from a favela
Gun is primary, knife is melee, Uzi's spray fast like Pele (Raa)
Ra, ra, ra, ra, ta, ta, ra, ra, ra, ra (Woo)
[Hook: Rasta]
All the soldiers are here
And their phone keeps ringing
And everyone keeps waiting for their
Chance to go over the border (Woo)
And while they are sitting there on the roof
Together they are staring at the sky
Every day they are chasing that cash
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