Boombar Lyrics – Jantar, DJBZ
Singer: Jantar, DJBZ
Title: Boombar
“Dečki, vrijeme je.” – ” Friz, znaš kaj, boli me kurac jer ovaj put ne bežimo nikam’! Jebem ti mater, sve ispočetka! Friz, .”
Kad čujem snare, popizdim, niti gens mi ne koristi
Svaki bar je mrak, ako bacim “Akbar” k’o teroristi
Nikom si drag, a nekom nisi
Al’ zbog mene tvoje ime čitaju pičketine na svetoj misi
Neopisiv, viču “Stentor, di si, care?!”
Lisnica je puna jer doslovno mi biznis cvate
Ha! “Küss die hand” kad počistim matre
Ili na te padne ruka više neg’ na ministrante
Svima vidim karte, al’ ne vidim tračak nadе
Nisam Diddy Palmer, a slažem vas k’o značka mlade
Nеmam poštovanja i stalno hračkam glave
Zvijezdama ne vjerujem, u očima mi svaka padne
Zato volim Padawane i friška pluća
Hladno pivo iz dućana, treba mi i pička vruća
Od sranja kičma puca, pere k’o mlaz šmrkova
A lik bez ‘đike, “Što je muškarac bez vrhova”?
Skill-wise, ja sam picajzla
Ti mi zvučiš poput pijanca nakon tri Vranca, ti vrapca!
Mozak izvađen, vi ste mumije
K’o god da sere za multi-je, znam, ne razumije
Umijem se, i na trening, tvoj nikaj nije
Jer ne stignu me
Ni Kenije premijer, terijer, oko mene zvijeri k’o alien
Arterije pune kiseline k’o i baterije
Sve je u redu kad pere na Beri as carrier
Trošim na drogu, podemoni k’o Fatty i Mary Ann
Jebeš Grammy-je, samo odvjetnici
Nađi nas na potjernici jer smo odmetnici
Ostavljam broj na posjetnici, je! I slobodno me cimni
Bit će krvi ak’ pričam na govornoj o cikli
Ak’ nije dovoljno, vikni tu, stojimo stalno
Krevet mi na “ti”, navečer liči na Torinsko platno
Nemoj se borit sa vatrom, moglo bi te Bogu st’erat
Beat-ove ne šaljite, na snippet mogu samo zijevat
Moj si ak’ si napimpaš okus snare-a
A svakog glupog producenta pretvaram u hodajućeg fokusera
Sve kaj mi oku smeta, nestane
Vrte se ekipe bez talenta, ne refresh-a vas ni svježa menta
A predstave su nestvarne, jeb’o te rep agenda
Sezame, zatvori se, i “Tekstomati” bez agenta
Ne zezam se, dosta klika sa spikama lažnih poglavica
Lakše mi je pričati sa biljkama
Ljubav za DJ-e, ali pičkama nikada
Prave Disc Junkie-je prepoznam i svi su iglama, a!
Frende, klošara flow gospodina
I koljem tol’ko slovima zbog zla u kromosomima
Slušaj zombija i drži zube na jeziku
Furam više privat stvari od kamiona za selidbu
Old school k’o i Woo, stare navike rudara
Kamp i dinamit, a temelje scene kidamo rukama
Rudarimo k’o po kriptovalutama
Uz krik orangutana, moram pit k’o on, di ste pičke u bundama?
Brutalan, rep konc bez tonske
Jedan potez dovoljan jer mičem ploče tektonske
Pičke, drolje, kurve, šupci… da, sve to ste
Furam vas na Hellfest, pozere k’o Deftones-e
Jebeš Air Force i u surli dvije stotke
Kad odvojim te šest metara od zemlje bez motke
Jer ti si smack talker k’o Greg Focker
Sve vas nabijem na kolac, YouTube-re k’o Bram Stoker
I vaše fake brojke samo papci ubiru
I to veseli me k’o kad prasci umiru
Ne prilazi blizu, nikad više stranci u timu
I sve u kurac kad mi pukne film k’o da radim u kinu
Buraz! Jeb’o te tristo tema, van te vade iz konzerva
Kad poljubiš zid k’o Senna, znam da nije nitko spreman
Kol’ko je moja ruka hladna, znaju duhovi
Kupam se s lubanjama Yucatan-a
Čuje se zvuk katana, od nečeg živjet se mora
Rješavam mamu, plišance i sve prištavce, borba
Pizde ispast će govna, bro, kaj izdat će Boga
Od šljage se čeljust pomakne poput pisaćeg stroja
Cin? Je! Može i preko reda
Znaš da nisam prepotentan, ne’ko radi, ne’ko gleda
Ako nisi fer, korektan [Šaljem te do Svetog Petra
Pa odmaram na tronu s natpisom “Ne ometaj!”
I ne lupetaj jer mogu postat degutantan
I familija ti viče “Čuvaj!” k’o da sijeku stabla, i možemo se prepucavat
Ne mislim na ležanje bočno, al’ svejedno mog’o bi na Rebru spavat
Bahat, ajde probaj doći sam u gosti
Prah u nos i neoprostiv flow tjera strah u kosti
Subotama jedem MC-je, a zadnju postim
“Jan i to” za usranu scenu, k’o da travu kosim
Topim mic k’o lak na Corsi, napakostim
Tipkam brojke, čekam da mi odgovori vrag na poziv
Stara čupa ‘zurku k’o da joj je pauk u kosi
A stari vježba biceps kad na groblju sanduk nosi
Slamku prosim, i stanite u dvije kolone
Kačim se, a ne govore ništa, jebeš pregovore
Na bini čvrst k’o stablo, jer sam nepokoren
I vele mi “Isuse” jer điram žedne preko vode
Rep skvoter, nagled’o sam se raznim sranja
Još od davnih dana sam natjeran plaćat tamni danak
I ak’ si mamin papak, samo nastavi spavat
Uzmi mic na party s nama, gazim te k’o Parni valjak
Baš si tanak, sakrij se u tamni jarak
S boka snajper, meta na čelu poput Partizana
“Dobrodošao” – iza rajskih vrata glas ti javlja
Kad doleti bass gitara k’o koljeno Masvidala
Do svidanja, samo razgibavam vilicu
Primi mini za minicu, urin ulij u rimicu
Dim u rimu, miru umiru, na rivu u Viru
U hiru u piru na pir, na Ilirsku ili Ilicu
Dani divni su, sad vidiš kak’ mi je sa samim sobom
Jako često mjerimo šibicu
Jesen je u meni, pa spremam lajne za zimnicu
A kasnim ak’ posjetim pivnicu, al’ onda krivim cug
Vraćam na klanje umjetnih umjetnika
Bar je umjetnost bezvremenska i neću umrijet nikad
Stavim u red i urednika, vadim grude nikla
Cool jedinka tu je nikla jer mi je ulet bitan
Uvertira nas vadi, pucam u nebu
Nema Suzane, svejedno padne suza na veo
Vele da serem? Da stavim riječi iz usta u djelo
Samo probaj zaspat, nacrtam ti kurac na čelo
Namažem te četkicom i pokrijem dekicom
“Svaki bar je eksplozivan, zato me i zovu bumbar”
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Boombar – English Translation
“Guys, it’s time.” – “Friz, you know what makes me a dick because this time I do not get anywhere,” f#ck you mater, all over! Friz ,. ”
When I hear Snare, I’m pissing, nor gens uses me
Each bar is dark if I throw “Akbar” as a terrorist
You’re a nice guy, and you’re not
Al ‘because of me your name read p#ss# on the Holy Mass
Indescribable, shouting “Stentor, Di, Care?!”
The wallet is full because literally my business blooms
Ha! “Küss die Hand” When I Clean Matre
Or to the arm falls for more neg ‘on the ministers
I see the maps, Al ‘I don’t see the gaze of hope
I’m not Diddy Palmer, and I agree K’o youth badge
I don’t have respect and constantly hurting my head
I do not believe the stars, every one falls in my eyes
That’s why I love Padawane and fridge lungs
Cold beer from shop, i need a cunt hot
From the shirt shirt, the pere K’o jet of Šmrkova
And a figure without a ‘strap, “What is a man without peaks”?
Skill-wise, i’m picajzla
You sound like a drinker after three vrances, you sparrow!
Brain out, you are mummy
As good to serve for multi-is, i know, don’t understand
I am lying, and on training, your no
Because they don’t arrive me
Neither Kenya Prime Minister, Terrier, around me the beast of K’o Alien
Full acid artery and batteries
Everything is fine when he washed on Beri as Carrier
I spend on drugs, adding K’o Fatty and Mary Ann
f#cking Grammy-is, only lawyers
Find us on the warrants because we are the outcast
I leave the number on the business card, it’s! And feel free to me
There will be blood ak ‘I’m talking about spoken about the chic
AK ‘not enough, shout here, we stand constantly
Bed to “you”, in the evening like a torinate canvas
Don’t fight with fire, could st’erate you
Beat don’t send, Snippet can only yawn
My si AK ‘si napim taste snare
And every stupid producer turns into walking focus
All the eye of my eye, disappear
Take a talent team, not refresh you or fresh mint
And the performances are unreal, f#cked and the tail agenda
Sesame, close, and “texts” without agent
I do not mess, plenty of clicks with spikes of fake chapter
It’s easier to talk to the plants
Love for DJs but p#ssies never
The right disc junkie-is recognized and all the needles, and!
Frende, Klošara Flow Lord
And the slave to Tol’ko for the evil in chromosomes
Listen to the zombies and hold your teeth in the tongue
Furam More Private things from trucks to move
Old School K’o and Woo, old habits of miners
Camp and Dynamite, and the foundations of the scenes of the hands
Rudarimo k’o po kriptovalutama
With the cry of orangutan, I have to pit K’o on, you are p#ss# in the bunds?
Brutal, rep kcc without tone
One move enough because I move the tectonic plate
p#ss#, sl#t, wh#res, #ssh#l#s … yes, you’re all that
Furam you on Hellfest, Pozere K’o Deftones-E
f#ck Air Force and in surf two hundreds
When I separate you six meters from the ground without a douche
Because you are smack talker k’o greg focker
All of you nabi on the cart, youtube-re K’o bram Stoker
And your fake figures only do the papci
And that is looking forward to me when the pigs die
Don’t approach close, never more strangers in the team
And all in the dick when my movie is going to work in the cinema
Buraz! f#cked and three hundred themes, out of that draw from the can
When you kiss the Wall of K’o Senna, I know no one is ready
Kol’ko is my arm cold, they know ghosts
I bathe with yucatan skulls
The sound of katana is heard, from something livin ‘must be
I solve my mom, plushes and all the tricks, fight
The peppers will turn out sh#t, bro, kaj will issue God
Since the scales are moved like a printer machine
Rank? Is! Can and across the order
You know I’m not prepostent, not doing, not looking at
If you are not fair, correct [send you to St. Peter
Well I rest on the inscription “Do not disturb!”
And don’t lure because they can become deguting
And the familium shouts “keep it!” like to intersect the tree, and we can suve
I don’t mean lying laterally, Al ‘Anyway Mog’o would be sleeping on Rebru
Bahat, let me try to get to guests
Powder in the nose and the unforgivable flow makes the fear of the bones
Saturday I eat MCs and last post
“Jan and that” for a shattered scene, like to mow the grass
Topim Mic K’o lacquer on Corsi, Napakostim
I typed the numbers, waiting for me to answer the devil to the call
The old coupe ‘of Zurku dude to spider in her hair
And old exercise biceps when the cemetery is wearing
Slam Sea, and Stand in two columns
I’m saying, not saying nothing, f#cking negotiations
On the bini solid like a tree, because I am unsuitable
And I’m “Jesus” because I’m thirsty over the water
REP SKVOTER, I have seen a variety of sh#t
Since ancient times I’m made to pay a dark tribute
And ak ‘si mamin pakak, just keep sleeping
Take Mic to Party with us, Gazim and K’o Steam Roller
You’re just thin, hide in a dark ditch
From the side of the sniper, the target on the forehead like the partisan
“Welcome” – behind the Paradise Gate voice reports
When the bass guitar came to the lines of the tin
To the liking, I just spit for a fork
Receive mini mini, urine in Rimic
Smoke in Rome, peace die, on the waterfront in Vir
In a hir in Pira on Pir, to Illyrian or Illyrian
Days are wonderful, now you see what I’m with myself
We very often measure the match
Autumn is in me, so I’m getting ready for the winter
And I’m late ‘Visit the Pivnica, Al’ then I blame CUG
I return to the slaughter of artificial artists
Bar is the art of timeless and won’t die never
I put in order and editor, I take a clump n
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Lyrics Jantar, DJBZ – Boombar
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