Far Cry Lyrics – Ciklon
Singer: Ciklon
Title: Far Cry
Mračna panorama ovog belog grada
Moje bledo telo je kô Pano Rana
Na ulcama je Far Cry
Opasan bombama svako je kamikaza
Letiš kô padobranac, vozimo to bez blatobrana
Gajbe su nam kao carting staza, autoput ili magistrala
Uvek je malo para, hrana je skupa a zatrovana
Ne pitam te brate zašto valjaš, samo te pitam – čemu se nadaš?
I ovi reperi hustle-uju, ali svi bankrot su
Ne znam, možda im kasni kasni plata?
Ko će da šteka, ko če da časti brata?
Plata o plomo, startova mnogo
Al’ mi smo clean pa nema padanja s robom
Sada sam hladan kô otrov, tačan kô robot
Traku ti skuvam kô Gordon Ramsay
Pazi kad s nama se kartaš, jer onda se kartaš životom
Pare prave se pošto potom, kamete skaču kô poskok
I ako duguješ mnogo, gajbu ti provale
Organe ti povade i tvojima pošalju poštom
Jer ovo je ukleti grad, u tebe će prvo uneti strah
Da li češ uspeti da ga obustaviš ili ćeš umreti mlad?
[Strofa 2MrHober
Kraj da ti beleg, kraj da ti teret
Ali kraj da ti temelj, kao mati krevet
A meni kraj je beg, ali i šah-mat i pretres
Jer uvek je bitnije kol’ko si jadan, a nikada koliko bije te stres
Pa mlad si, malo tupav al’ pun sperme za koju nas ne spreme
Jer džava kriva je, nije bre do tebe
Al’ već podugo prolazi vreme
Pa postaje breme što prenosi se sa vena na vene, sa tebe na mene
Iz BG-a beg je samo do Vijene
Pa krajevi postaju loža hijene
Nekada Ben Ten, a sada je MAC-10
I sada Benz, sada BMW bato, sada kakav bebi je ten
Ma jebô verse, jebô refren – damo daj keš, samo daj keš
Da se smeješ ne smeš, jer krvav je njen, al’ biće i tvoj veš
Bato fali mi ranac i džeparac, ali gledaj sad pramac da ne odžepare te
I bata bi doveka, e, da sediš, drkaš i da neki tu paze na te
Da lepe žene samo kazane, pa pravac krevet – tu da kazne me
Al’ ustani, obriši dupe, jer jedino tako to sranje će nestane
Kome se kurčiš? Kome se pravdaš?
Kome se ne javiš? Kome se javljaš?
Ko me siriš? Kome se sklanjaš?
Kome se moliš? Kome se klanjaš?
Ko tebe juri? Koga ti ganjaš?
Koga izbegavaš? Kome se nadaš?
Koga proveravaš? Ko su ti braća?
Ulica džungla je – Far Cry
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Far Cry – English Translation
Grim panorama of the white city
My pale body when Pano Rana
On o’lchami is Far Cry
Dangerous bombs all the kamikaze
When you fly paratrooper, ride it without wings
Crates are like carting track, highway or highway
It is always a little steam, the food is expensive and poisoned
I’m not asking why my brother suck, just ask – what do you hope?
And these rappers hustle-including, but all are bankrupt
I do not know, maybe they delayed late salary?
When will the cartons when if you honor your brother?
Plata o plomo, starts many
But we are clean but not falling from the edge
Now I’m cold when poison, when correct robot
The tape you cook when Gordon Ramsay
Watch out when the card player with us, because then the gambler life
Vapors are made since then, Kamet jump when Leap
And if you owe a lot, a case of so-called break-in
You take out the bodies and yours mailed
Because this is a ghost town, you will first enter fear
Are you gonna be able to abort it or you’ll die young?
[Verse 2MrHober
The place that you mark, the place that you burden
But the place that you basis, as the mother bed
And I end the brain, but also checkmate and search
Because it is always important how many are poor, but never as much beating and stress
Well, you’re young, a little dense but full of sperm, for which we are not changed
Because dzav blame is not bre to you
But already lengthy time passes
So becoming a burden which is transmitted from the vein to vein, with you on me
From BG’s brain is only to Vienne
So ends become lodge hyenas
Once Ben Ten, and now Mac-10
And now Benz, BMW now bato, now what kind of baby’s complexion
Oh f#ck verse f#ck riffs – give give cash, just give cash
Do you laugh you can not, because blood in her, but it will be yours and you know
Bato’s wrong with my backpack and pocket money, but look now bow to no odžepare and
I would forever piston, e, to sit, and jerk off to some that keep an eye on this
That beautiful women just cauldrons, but the direction of the bed – there to punish me
But get up, wipe your ass, because the only way this sh#t will disappear
Who are you bragging? Who can answer back?
Who do not you answer? Who are you answering?
When I Siris? Who do I sort out?
Who do you pray? Who do I worship?
When you chasing? Who do you chase?
Who do you avoid? Who do you hope?
Who do you check? Who are your brothers?
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Lyrics Ciklon – Far Cry
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