Vi Tales - Fouli, DC

Jeg kan ikke længere sove godt om natten

Der for meget at tage sig til

For mange slanger der for længst var der for dig, hva' der sket?

De vender ryggen til dig lige så snart, at du har set

At folk de dræber for de penge

Men de vender ryggen til dig, lige pludselig så har du ingen

Ingenting på dig, jeg mener ikk' tænk på det

Det hele skal nok gå, bare du vil sæt pris på det

Det er dyrt at være på, for nu 'der ingen vej væk

Jeg mener, vær dig selv

Fuck folk for de vil se dig inde

Stoler ikke på nogen, mange snakker, jeg har oplevet det selv

Har en familie derhjemme, der' meget vigtigere end dem

Ka' ikke, mama hun savner sin søn

Ka' ikke la' tiden flyve fra mig igen

Ka' ikke lyve for dig lave para imens

Karma rammer enhver, der tomsnakker igen

Tomsnakkere kan ikke bruges heromkring

De I tvivl om, hvad de må heromkring

Det er ikke let at gennemskue en sjakal

Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales

Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales, nu vi tales

Gaden er ikke et godt sted at være for dig

Hvis du ikke er vant til at overleve

Mig, jeg lytter ikke, når rappers snakker

For de har det med at overdrive

For se de penge, de har gjort, at vores blodår' er frosset til is

Så tal pænt til mig ellers er det «vi ses»

Tænker på de dinero, men familien de har første prioritet

Så hvis shorta, de spørger, er der intet, jeg har set

Hvis de spørger, er der intet, der er sket

For hele min ghetto råber, «fuck system»

Lak, orale

Mine drenge de er klar, hvis dramaet sku' eskalere

Lak, orale

De siger, de er på, men nu får vi deres stil krakeleret

Tomsnakkere kan ikke bruges heromkring

De I tvivl om, hvad de må heromkring

Det er ikke let at gennemskue en sjakal

Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales

Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales, nu vi tales

16 år lavede 100 lapper

Men røg ind at sidde to dage efter

Jeg var 16 år havde en fucking Audi

Men alle ved at akrash hater

Blev 17 år i svensk arrest og blev mer' forelsket i penge

Mig jeg elsker min ghetto, dør i min ghetto

Men baba vil bare ha' mig hjem

Jeg ser dem ikke gøre noget af det, de skriver

Rent salt og peber

For de rapper om det liv, som C han lever

Det good for den business, vi driver

Ser dem ikke gøre noget af det, de skriver

Rent salt og peber

For de rapper om det liv, som vi virkelig lever

Det good for den business, vi driver

Tomsnakkere kan ikke bruges heromkring

De I tvivl om, hvad de må heromkring

Det er ikke let at gennemskue en sjakal

Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales

Har ikke tid til dig lige nu, vi tales, nu vi tales

I can no longer sleep well at night

There too much to take care of

Too many snakes that were there for you a long time ago, what happened?

They turn their backs on you as soon as you have seen

That people they kill for the money

But they turn their backs on you, all of a sudden you have none

Nothing on you, I do not mean 'think about it

It all should probably go, as long as you want to appreciate it

It's expensive to be on, because now there's no way away

I mean, be yourself

Fuck people because they want to see you inside

Do not trust anyone, many talk, I have experienced it myself

Have a family at home that 'much more important than them

Can 't, mama she misses her son

Can not let time fly from me again

Can 't lie to you do para meanwhile

Karma strikes anyone who talks nonsense again

Toms talkers can not be used around here

They doubt what they can do about it

It is not easy to see through a jackal

Do not have time for you right now, we're talking

Do not have time for you right now, we're talking, now we're talking

The street is not a good place to be for you

If you are not used to surviving

Me, I do not listen when rappers talk

Because they are exaggerating

To see the money they've made our blood vessels' frozen to ice

So talk nicely to me otherwise it's «see you»

Thinking of the dinero, but the family they have first priority

So if the shorta, they ask, is nothing I've seen

If they ask, nothing has happened

For my whole ghetto shouts, «fuck system»

Lacquer, oral

My boys, they're ready if the drama escalates

Lacquer, oral

They say they are on, but now we get their style cracked

Toms talkers can not be used around here

They doubt what they can do about it

It is not easy to see through a jackal

Do not have time for you right now, we're talking

Do not have time for you right now, we're talking, now we're talking

16 years made 100 notes

But smoke in to sit two days after

I was 16 years old had a fucking Audi

But everyone knows that akrash hates

Became 17 years in Swedish custody and fell more 'in love with money

Me I love my ghetto, die in my ghetto

But baba just wants me home

I see them not doing any of what they write

Pure salt and pepper

For they rap about the life that C he lives

The good for the business we run

Seeing them not do any of what they write

Pure salt and pepper

Because they rap about the life we ​​really live

The good for the business we run

Toms talkers can not be used around here

They doubt what they can do about it

It is not easy to see through a jackal

Do not have time for you right now, we're talking

Do not have time for you right now, we're talking, now we're talking