Za Pare Rade Lyrics – BluntBylon/G-Recordz
Singer: BluntBylon/G-Recordz
Title: Za Pare Rade
Oni mole Boga da mi novo jutro ne svane
Nisu me ubile rane, neće me ubit te rave
Majku poljubim svaki put kad krenem vani i kažem
Da ću uzet te pare, a majku nikad ne lažem
Za pare rade, moji sve za pare rade
Za pare rade, moji sve za pare rade
Za pare rade, moji sve za pare rade
Za pare rade, za pare rade
Hoću sve parе jer me ne zanima ko stе
Pa uletim na foru nema ništa brate poslije
I dalje dno ste, moji te sume troše
Pa nemoj da se sjebeš ako pojavi se porše
U kraju dalje brate pravimo te pare (Pare)
Nikad nije dosta pa je pakovanje manje (Manje)
Kidam ko i do sad, jedna ljubav rajvosa
Da nisam uzeo pare, ubio bih nekog dosad
Ovih dana samo kuliram, ne mislim na zijan
Dok sviram samo najbolje guzove diram, samo najbolje robe biram
Ovih dana samo pravim pare
Ništa drugo me ne zanima
Samo razmisli malo barem
Na tome radim danima
Danima i satima, stalno sam u poslu
G recordz i BluntBylon okupiramo Bosnu
Hip-hop tekija, repere prebijam, previjam
Zavijam, u facu nabijam, za moje navijam
Punimo klubove, lomite guzove
Uzimam svoje, uzimam dugove
Pozdrav za moje kučke i drugove
Pozdrav za sve kume i kumove
Radim iz ljubavi poslovno
Uvoz – izvoz Kosovo
Nabacim odjelo Boss-ovo
S lihvarima nikad ne bih poslovo
Vila me mami, Miami
Latino kuja Portoriko
Piće mani me, sahraniću sve idem sa klikom
Imaš poso s vojnikom
Koji ne veruje nikom
Nekad preterujem, djelujem, ko da ne volim nikog
A ti ne bi trebo ni smio
Ali grizi kad si već zino
U gradu borbe za život, mi nismo sretni sa sitno
Jebeš čekanje i slično
Moji svi kažu isto
Samo hoću milion, mjera za pare kamion
Oni mole Boga da mi novo jutro ne svane
Nisu me ubile rane, neće me ubit te rave
Majku poljubim svaki put kad krenem vani i kažem
Da ću uzet te pare, a majku nikad ne lažem
Za pare rade, moji sve za pare rade
Za pare rade, moji sve za pare rade
Za pare rade, moji sve za pare rade
Za pare rade, za pare rade
Patišpa njapa, njapa (Šta?)
Psiha madafaka (Šta?)
Pušim na brzaka, po petaka, prije mraka (Šta?)
Meni se ne šljaka, mene loži para laka
Brate primamo i robu, ako nemate življaka
Radimo biznis, kujo tresi dupetom
Ti kući pizdiš, a pričaš suprotno
Ovo je realnost, zaboravi na snove
Ne možeš da vidiš stvari iz perspektive ove
Toj bulji dajem batine
Prati me, kume shvati me
Hoću lanac od platine
Novu trešu i maksice
Gucci, Armani, Banani, Jordan
Nike, Bvlgari, Cavalli, ali, halali, da li ti znaš ti da kidam
Kidam kad dimra, nećeš me videt sa njima
U kraju hodam sa psima, vazda u oblaku dima
Vazda u bloku narivan, spreman ko metak u gloku
Nema te gde nestaćete, bermutski trokut
Pola mojih ležalo je iza brave (Woo)
Majčine suze, ulice vole izabrane (Woo)
Sve ću im uzet, život je kocka ko rulet
Napravim ulet be-beton, geto me voli još uvek
Moji zapale, vare, za pare rade, rave me rade, za badava me dave
Zabave ne pale, kuja na pare, ko đavo na rame
Kunem se Bogom, sestre mi, stare neće me naći istog
Il ću im uzet sve što mogu il umret muški ko Mel Gibson
Sanjo sam Akapulko, rekli su da sam puko
Drinco trotoara – u roku ‘ara, u oku haram paru, pa rukom
Grabim u bloku ”hala”, u toku dana, utoku vadim, pa sukob
Bude u roku od sat – dva, na koku gram dva, se zavrsi jaukom!
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Za Pare Rade – English Translation
They pray to God that my new morning doesn’t wow
They didn’t kill me wounds, they won’t kill me the rave
I kiss my mother every time I go outside and say
That I will take that money, and I never lie to my mother
For money work, my everything for money work
For money work, my everything for money work
For money work, my everything for money work
For money work, for money to work
I want all the money because I don’t care who you are
So the thread on the fore there’s nothing bro after
Still bottom you are, mine those sums spending
So don’t f#ck off if porsches appear
In the end of further bro, we make those money (pashes)
It’s never enough so packing is less (less)
I Kiam Ko i Do Now, One Love Ravos
If I hadn’t taken money, I’d kill someone so far
These days just boil, I don’t think about Zian
While I just play the best of the worms, only the best goods I choose
These days just make money
Nothing else is interested in
Just think a little at least
I’m working on that days
Days and hours, I am constantly in business
G Recordz and Bluntylon Occupy Bosnia
Hip-hop tekke, rapes I beat, I’m covering
I’m covering, I’m in my face to hide, for my cheer
Full Clubs, Break Books
I take my own, take debts
Hello for my b#tches and comrades
Hello for all the godparents and godparents
I work out of love business
Import – Exports to Kosovo
I throw the department of BOSS
With the haveans I would never do business
Villa Me Mami, Miami
Latino b#tch Puerto Rico
Drinking mani me, I’m going to bury all I go with click
You have a job with a soldier
Who does not trust anyone
Sometimes I exaggerate, I act, who don’t like anyone
And you wouldn’t even have to
But biting when you’re already a zino
In the city of fighting for life, we are not happy with small
f#ck waiting and the like
My all say the same
I just want a million, a steamer measure
They pray to God that my new morning doesn’t wow
They didn’t kill me wounds, they won’t kill me the rave
I kiss my mother every time I go outside and say
That I will take that money, and I never lie to my mother
For money work, my everything for money work
For money work, my everything for money work
For money work, my everything for money work
For money work, for money to work
Patispa Njapa, Njapa (What?)
Psyche Madafaca (What?)
I smoke on a rapid, on Fridays, before dark (what?)
I don’t slag me, me a lighter lodge
Bro we also receive goods, if you don’t have a fan
We do business, b#tch shakes #ss
You house cunt, and you talk to the opposite
This is a reality, forget about dreams
You can’t see things from the perspective of this
That #ss gives a beating
Follow me, Kuma realize me
I want a chain of platinum
New Trin and Maksica
Gucci, Armani, Banani, Jordan
Nike, Bvlgari, Cavalli, Ali, Halali, do you know you to blow
I’m kidnapping when Dimra, you won’t see me with them
In the end I walk with dogs, the wet in the cloud of smoke
Wandint in Block Narivan, ready who a bullet in Gloku
There isn’t you where you’re gonna miss, a bermouth triangle
Half of my lying behind the lock (Woo)
Mother’s tears, streets like the selected (Woo)
I’ll take all of them, life is a gamble that roulette
I make a rush be-concrete, ghetto loves me still
My ignites, Vari, for money doing, Rave work me, for badly me Dave
Funs don’t fall, b#tch on money, who the devil on the shoulder
I swear to God, my sisters, old will not find me
I will take them all that I can Il die male Ko Mel Gibson
Sanjo I Akapulko, said I was mere
Drinco sidewalks – in the deadline ‘Ara, in the eye haram steam, so by hand
Grabim in the “Hall” block, during the day, I’m taking off, then the conflict
It is within an hour – two, on a coca gram two, finishes with the moan!
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Lyrics BluntBylon/G-Recordz – Za Pare Rade
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