Nema nazad - Goldie

Centar Srbija Stil

Zlatni

Nema nazad bato moj, nema nazad x2

Kako da prenesem ti ovo, da pretvorim u pesmu svoju radost, tugu, bol

Jer u poteri za lovom, burke duše se gube, druže uspeh i kurve, s njima ne

možeš u grob

Ne a nekog majka neka kune ja hoću moje mirno more da bude

A ljude gledam kako gube se u bludu dok ne udave se beli crnci tripuju New York

Ja sam se zakleo jednom da neću da skapavam ja ne mogu bedno

Kažu da zato se kliza po ledu ja kucam ko Rusturašenko

Moja sudbina je ko zna dal ću da uspem sine stvarno nemam pojma

Al jedno znam zauvek ostaću CENTAR dok god me ne spuste u grob

BRAA!

Mi smo rođeni za uspeh, ali sve nas juri zlo

Na flou prisloni usne, i vozi stondom dok čekaš svoj brod

Drugari, droga i kurve, blud zika i znoj

Nama spasa više nema, nema nazada bato moj

Ha, 037

Trstenik centar sveta

Tamo počela je priča tamo majka budna čeka, tamo sin će da se vrati iz daleka

CEPAJ!

Neka lije alkohola reka, nek se santa bela odroni za merak

Nek se glasovi do jutra ore, pesma nek se peva, jer će sutra već možda da nas

nema

Život pun problema, sad bura neka seva, al prebrodićemo ovo sve do našeg vedrog

neba

Tebra ne žalim se Bogu kad ćene ili nema, radim 24/7 da bi stvarno bio srećan

Para puna vreća polje kanabisa seča naša borba večna ruke gore kroz meča (???)

Mirnog mora se sećam kada bili smo deca

Sada shvatam da ljudi su govna i gazi se reč

Probleme rešim u hodu, krećem se napred moram i mogu

Ruke su hladne glave u torbu zovu me da nazad da prekinem borbu al ne

Mene ne mogu da spreče moje reči ko katane vaše puter priče seče

Ja iz ničeg pravim pare ko su oni čime prete

Nama priče nisu slabe naše oči nisu slepe

Mi smo rođeni za uspeh, ali sve nas juri zlo

Na flou prisloni usne, i vozi stondom dok čekaš svoj brod

Drugari, droga i kurve, blud zika i znoj

Nama spasa više nema, nema nazada bato moj x2

Center Serbia Style

Golden

There's no going back my brother, there's no going back x2

How can I convey this to you, turn my joy, sadness, pain into a song

Because in the pursuit of the hunt, burqa souls get lost, associate with success and whores, not with them

you can go to the grave

No, let someone's mother swear, I want my calm sea to be

And I watch people lose themselves in fornication until they drown white blacks tripping New York

I swore once that I wouldn't cheat, I can't do it badly

They say that's why he slides on the ice, I type like Rusturashenko

My destiny is who knows if I will succeed son I really have no idea

But I know one thing, I will forever remain the CENTER until I am lowered into the grave

BRAA!

We are born for success, but we are all pursued by evil

Put your lips to the floe, and ride the stond while you wait for your boat

Buddies, drugs and whores, zika fornication and sweat

There is no salvation for us, there is no going back, my brother

Huh, 037

Trstenik is the center of the world

There the story began, there the mother is awake and waiting, there the son will return from afar

RIP!

Let the river of alcohol pour, let the white sand fall for the measure

Let the voices be heard until the morning, let the song be sung, because tomorrow may already be ours

there is none

Life is full of problems, now the storm is raging, but we will get through this until we are happy

sky

Tebra I don't complain to God when I have a wife or not, I work 24/7 to be really happy

A steam full of sacks field of cannabis cuts our fight eternal hands up through the match (???)

I remember the calm sea when we were children

Now I realize that people are shit and the word is trodden on

I solve problems on the fly, I move forward, I have to and I can

The hands are cool heads in the bag, they are calling me back to stop the fight, but no

I can't be stopped by my words who cuts the swords of your butter stories

I make money out of nothing who they are threatening

Our stories are not weak, our eyes are not blind

We are born for success, but we are all pursued by evil

Put your lips to the floe, and ride the stond while you wait for your ship

Buddies, drugs and whores, zika fornication and sweat

There is no salvation for us anymore, there is no turning back, my brother x2