Hałas Szpaku Lyrics English

Hałas Szpaku Lyrics English

[Verse 1]
I say what I think, fuck politically correct rap
I was let down by authorities, their words are business
I was a fan of this music, she raised me like a mother
I make a trap, the branches do your popstar

Who got offended? (who, who), with baseball I open my heads
Respect Tede, Włodi, Sokół, Borygo, Eldo, Płomień (whore)
I’m going to the element, I pay tribute to what they deserve
How I smoked the first mustache, from HG speakers amnesia taste
Learned nothing talk, fuck dogs, make money.
For unsavory actions, ruffle

[Refrain]
Noise, for culture what raised us
Noise, for people who fuck these empty talks
All Warsaw in pink balaclavas
Let’s go out to the street, it’s time some porozrabiać
noise, for the culture of what we raised
noise for people every fuck these empty chatter
whole Warsaw pink kominiarach
Let’s go out to the street, it’s time some porozrabiać

[Verse 2]
How to cure a sick banya, maybe one day it appears
for now I look like I’m flying with power
I don’t get pissed off by the music, you want to f ** k Disco Polo. You piss me off when you fuck the
fans, you make a dick of yourself who knows who
(Young Tupac) , my whole head is in scabs

Too long I was a ghost to be afraid of being killed
Raised by a bandit, what do you want to impress me.
Rebellion is a feature of minors, you want to hold me accountable for words
Respect Malik, let it go abroad
Respect SB, I know who loves this music
I put a pile of hay aside for my mother

And I’m not afraid of anything, even when the fun is over.
Okay, I know, shit is overkill
But why should I apologize?
Why, why did I have to apologize
Okay, I know, fuck the fuck is an exaggeration
That bitch rap, not licking the eggs

[Chorus]
Noise, for culture what raised us
Noise, for people who fuck these empty talks
All Warsaw in pink chimneys
Let’s go out on the street, it’s time to mess up a little

Noise, for culture that raised us
Noise, for people who fuck these empty talks
All Warsaw in pink balaclavas
Let’s go out on the street, it’s time to mess up a bit

[ Verse 3]
When you have no prospects, that’s the only thing.
Move forward, set a goal

and I chose, I have a watch for sixty bull’s wheels
Platinum walls , I will not count enemies anymore, son
My friend mistook yellow again with white (yellow with white?) On the
fourth day of summer blue with jackals

I love this shit, dirty tags in the city
And these puking slogans that a fucking dog is here
Mr. Kasta, I do not know what that suck pain
Applauds Mata, Bedi this year king of the
Rulers what the rule is only in the track

I would rather beg at the train station than yes fool fans
Inconvenient for this scene, they are afraid of me whores
They know that if I have to, I will set these caricatures on fire
I have respect for the pioneers of this culture
Who fucking the system and something they want to convince us by force

[Chorus]
Noise, for culture what raised us
Noise, for people who fuck these empty talks
All Warsaw in pink chimney sweeps
Let’s go out on the street, it’s time to mess up a bit

Noise, for culture that raised us
Noise, for people who fuck these empty talks
All Warsaw in pink balaclavas
Let’s go out on the street, it’s time to do some mess

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