Bumsestilen — Lever For Rim song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lever For Rim" by Bumsestilen.
Lyrics
Han ville ikk gå på kompromis, han gik i seng uden mad
Levede for, skrev dem ned, og han lærte dem udenad
De første var ikk så vilde, men efterhånden blev de bedre
Han begyndte at vise dem frem, rundt omkring forskellige steder
Han tog til rap jams, rev konkurrenterne i stykker
For de rappede ikk om andet end vold, stoffer, tjald og smykker
Men fuck det bling bling, det sagde ham ingenting
Han spillede til rap jams i flere år for ingen penge
Havde hørt folk battle for tusser, kondisko og blunts
Men for ham handlede det om respekt og respons
Det handlede om at kunne sætte sit navn på, om at være real
For hvordan fanden kan man være real når man ikk er tro mod sig selv
Tiden gik, den nye skole kom og den gik
Og en dag fik han positiv kritik for sin hans musik
Han blev tilbudt en kontrakt, han sku bare lige ændre sin stil og
Lave en dansevideo med tøser og med biler
Men mens nogen syns at blive en berømt stjerne det blæret
Var han beæret når han fik folk til at kaste hænderne i vejret
Han går stadig ikk på kompromis, han går i send uden mad
Jeg lever for rim, skriver dem ned og jeg lærer dem udenad
Hva så, var det okay eller hva
Ja det tror jeg nok det var
Det var sgu da the shizzel for my nizzle
Yeah — Ska vi komme ud og få en bajer
Helt sikkert
Lyrics translation
He would not compromise, he went to bed without food
Lived for, wrote them down, and he memorized them
The first were not so wild, but gradually they became better
He began to show them off, around different places
He went to rap jams, tore the competitors to pieces
Because they didn't rap about anything but violence, drugs, weed and jewelry
But fuck it bling bling, It didn't tell him anything
He played for rap jams for several years for no money
Had heard people battle for tusser, sneakers and blunts
But for him it was about respect and response
It was about being able to put his name on, about being real
Because how the hell can you be real when you're not true to yourself
Time passed, the new school came and it went
And one day he received positive criticism for his his music
He was offered a contract, he just had to change his style and
Make a dance video with chicks and with cars
But while someone views becoming a famous star it blistered
Was he honored when he made people raise their hands
He still does not compromise, he goes in send without food
I live for rhymes, write them down and I memorize them
What's up, was it okay or what
Yeah I think it was
That's the shizzel for my nizzle
Yeah-shall we get out and have a beer
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