Luyện nghe bài hát Féck de Villchen

Fuck the birds I'm in Luxembourg for the buxom
You must heard 4i2i, de läb
When we bust a verse, you learn to love or love to
Discerning a dusty earn,
we the herbs head nodding like thunderbirds,
puppet nerds, sky get a curse
and on mother earth, brother, uncle,
I swear I heard something stir London is burning, has burnt.
it out in coke and wine
and lounge about like clouds on floating
Make a page of painted ceiling, an evening
in "Minett" and change the way a nation is speaking
"schnoory"

An allen Éieren, jongléieren, wa mär d'Wierder zirkuléieren,
mat engem kreéierte Langage, dee d'Queen géing amuséieren.
Connectioun per Eurostar, zwou Stonnen, sou kann et goen,
lo däerfs de näischt méi soen, mär hu London Mikro stoen.
Mär zelebréiere gekonnt eis am Hanfdonscht,
kreativ, jo nawell vill, mä net gesond fir d'Bronche.
Egal - einfach e klenge Moment, den vergiessen,
si och, well si kréie mol Anstänneges ze friessen.
Mä Tea Time fällt aus, well am fléisst de Wäin,
mär bréngen iech frësch gehacktent fir däi Kamäin.
vergeet net, mä nee, et verbreet sech,
dofir free dech, well Bësch wiisst dagdeeglech.

Fuck the birds, all to the nursery
My "Sourkraut" powerhouse out and out, pick a infant
Mix with a little and a speckled pilchard
Come "Feck de Villchen" cut and crush and him
and whisk and filter dust until it's tincture
come elixir petal tongue lift off
Drunk off of 6 drops a hymn to the "Gelle Fra"
Call her oracle, jump from the hollow
Yelling notre "lutzenbursh" cook us up a curse
Spell spelt arm dough or "sauce blanche"
All turns blanched, bleached on a buttered earth
to the first bleed, sit and eat your glutton with the birdfeed

David
D'Zäit eng no vir, si mer e Schratt viraus,
fir e klenge Meeting mat Austausch.
Verluer an der Wüst, vun den Mënner,
gëff ons Waasser, well soss geschwënn all eis Sënner.
Am Keller gefaang, am gaang ze vergiessen,
gefoltert vun Munchies, et gëtt vläit Zäit, z'iessen.
D'ganzt Land schléift, mä dës dreift säin Onwiesen,
mär den Duerchbléck, well eis Aen, déi si gliesen.
A schonn huet de erklong fir d'Poete-Ronn,
an am Fong hunn eis gespëtzten Zong an d'Bierelong gewonn, mäi Jong.
Mär briechen d'Monotonie, well si un ze fachen,
a am Dëppen, fir nei Gedanken dran ze kachen.

4i2i, de läb, we got two on you guys
the truth writes itself we cruise by on mics
and we're too high so and I'm who I am
loops by the high so zoop and it's boo yai yay
did you see I say boop when I see I spray
bars for de läb in Lux fuck you think is fucked
we're fuckin' sick as fuck I flip and spit and dump
acid on the and chumps that's chatting shit
and in lumps of batter when I scatter man
rap him up and slap a man violence that im dan
London to Luxembourg stand up and salute the man that's it big
and we will it for pricks
when showin' man what is real flavours in your fizz
that's the bizz that we in in the bits, it's a given that we live in a prison
mind control and is persistent in this system
I can see change in the distance but it's still a mission