Kad asfalt zaplace Lyrics – Deniro
Singer: Deniro
Title: Kad asfalt zaplace
Moj zivot je sranje, kako god da se tumaci
‘davno pres’o dve banke, a starcima na grbaci
Alkohol, droga, oruzje vatreno
Secam se skole i onog sta cemo biti kad porastemo
Slusam masu na usta sto sere, bez mere
Zbog karijere jedva placamo iznajmljene garsonjere..
Nemamo za klopu, Srbi bi u evropu
Snovi baceni u korpu, mladi umiru na dopu
Dobri odlaze rano, cudni su putevi gospodnji
Prvi stradam.. rodjen da budem poslednji..
Puno se puta opek’o, svasta rek’o pa porek’o
Ziv se ukenj’o kad je Dejo na menе utoku potego..
Sad zivot cenim vise, jеr lako moze da se zavrsi
Crvene zgrade, detinjstvo na slanusi
Fudbalica kod stubova – ulica svetog petra
Kad meci lutalice slucajno nekog zakace
Zagrme ulice, u lovi, coskovi se zamrace
Od zena muskarci znaju biti vece alapace
Suze ulice poplave – asfalt kad zaplace!
Srecni su na fax-u, ja nisam medju njima
Zivim pricu gradskog mc-a, zivim rime koje snimam
Duzni bogu i narodu, srecu brojimo u evrima
Ja ne mrzim nikog, jer svi smo u problemima!
Pamtim sirene, trcanje u sklonista
Delim golubarnik, drustvo iz sukovog dvorista
Snovi sa step#n#sta, vecina se ne ostvare
Placu ogledala, mlada lica kada ostare
I dalje skitnica.. sto koka na bit map wizardu
U guzvi pizdi, sto misle da su iznad
Pogledi ispod oka, jer sam obucen jeftinije
Ulicu iskulir’o, kroz zivot trcim mirnije
Hip hop nije za vikendasa sto misli da kapira
Ako tu nema ljubavi sljaka nije isplativa!
Ako postoje andjeli – Tea je onda moj
Dok ti pevas za susku ja pevam za nizi sloj!
Kad meci lutalice slucajno nekog zakace
Zagrme ulice, u lovi, coskovi se zamrace
Od zena muskarci znaju biti vece alapace
Suze ulice poplave – asfalt kad zaplace!
Gledam klinke u pank fazonu, furaju martinke
Ja standard zute katapilar, pevam za radnike
Sto na pos’o trce kad svice, nama da plate skolu
Da drzavu skinu s qrca, da klopa je na stolu
Porodicna idila, po kraju sam blej’o zevu
Plak’o u kujni, dok je cale tuk’o kevu
Razloge nisam znao, bio klinac glupavi
Sad shvatam sav taj bol u braku kad nema ljubavi..
Bili klinacka banda, ulica Tita Marshala
Mnogo mi je uzela a malo toga dala
Istina boli, pa ljudi lazima se sluze
Cilj je stvoriti nesto, poziveti nesto duze
Nauciti decu da ne prave greske ko mi
Moji ce klinci znati da sam bio gradski MC
Dok me smrt ne pokosi majk rokam dignutog cela
Dok ne ugledam svetlost negde na kraju tunela!
Kad meci lutalice slucajno nekog zakace
Zagrme ulice, u lovi, coskovi se zamrace
Od zena muskarci znaju biti vece alapace
Suze ulice poplave – asfalt kad zaplace!
Pravo sa ulica provincije…nebo igraliste.. za der nigas klik (?)
Za sh-2 family, za inflame vojnike
Za sve ulice.. za moja stopala umorna od pesacenja..
Za grad koji nestaje.. uzice…
Za sve siromasne..za prazne frizidere, prazne dzepove
Slomljene snove,slomljene brakove, slomljene suze, propale ljubavi
Sve ostalo sto moze da se zasere
Za x Marshala Tita, bivsu Jugu..
Asfalt kad zaplace..!
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thru
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Azaria nwtn - Eden
Solyma - Terra Fidelis
Kad asfalt zaplace – English Translation
My life is crap, however to be interpreted
‘long ago two banks, and the old people on Grpac
Alcohol, drugs, weapons firearly
I remember school and what we will be when we grow
I listen to a mass on my mouth as sh#t, without a measure
Because of the career, we barely pay for rented studios ..
We don’t have for a catch, Serbs would be in Europe
Dreams thrown into a basket, young die on the
Good go early, the roads of the Lord are strange
First Stradam .. Born to be the last ..
Many times burned, everyone reked so originally
He lived earnest when Dejo is on me to take a potego ..
Now life I appreciate more, because it can easily end
Red buildings, childhood in Slanus
Football with columns – St. Petra Street
When the bullets of wanderers accidentally attach some
The thread of the streets, in the hunt, coffins are darkened
Men Muskarci knows being a larger Alapace
Tears Flood streets – Asphalt when zaplace!
They are happy at fax, I am not among them
I live a story of city MC, I live the rhymes I’m shooting
Long-term and people, we count happiness in euros
I don’t hate anyone, because we’re all in trouble!
I remember sirens, running in a shelter
I share a pigeonman, a society from Sukova’s yard
Dreams from the staircase, most do not come true
Placa mirrors, young faces when they grow old
Still a tramp .. sto coca on the bit map wizard
In the crowd pisses, what they think they are above
Views under the eye, because I’m dressed cheaper
Ukriku verekili’o, through life I race calmer
Hip Hop is not for the weekend tab he thinks
If there is no love of the powder there is not worthwhile!
If there are angels – Tea then my
While you sing for Susak I sing for a series of layer!
When the bullets of wanderers accidentally attach some
The thread of the streets, in the hunt, coffins are darkened
Men Muskarci knows being a larger Alapace
Tears Flood streets – Asphalt when zaplace!
I watch the kids in Pank Fazon, Furi Martinka
I Standard Yellow Catapizer, I sing for workers
Table on a pos’o race when they cut, to us to pay for school
To take the state off the QRCA, that the clock is on the table
Family Idila, I’m blej’o Zevo back
Plaque in a b#tch, while Cali is beating the Keva
I didn’t know the reasons, was a kid stupid
Now I understand all that pain in marriage when there is no love ..
Bili Klinacka Banda, Tita Marshala Street
She took a lot to me and gave little
The truth hurts so people lies are served
The goal is to create something, calling something long
Learn children not to make mistakes of who we
My kids know that I was a city mc
Until death mow me Mike Rocam a raised whole
Until I see the light somewhere at the end of the tunnel!
When the bullets of wanderers accidentally attach some
The thread of the streets, in the hunt, coffins are darkened
Men Muskarci knows being a larger Alapace
Tears Flood streets – Asphalt when zaplace!
Right from the Province Street … Sky Pools .. For Der Nigas Click (?)
For SH-2 Family, for inflams of soldiers
For all the streets .. For my feet tired of a pedacation ..
For the city that disappears .. Uzice …
For all the poor..zu empty friziders, empty pockets
Broken dreams, broken marriages, broken tears, failed love
Everything else can be compressed
For X Marshala Tita, former south ..
Asphalt when creepy ..!
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
Lyrics Deniro – Kad asfalt zaplace
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru