Luyện nghe bài hát Féck de Villchen

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

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

Fuck the birds, all mothers to the
My "Sourkraut" powerhouse out and out, pick a peppered
Mix with a little spittle and a speckled
Come "Feck de Villchen" cut and and pickle him
and whisk and dust until it's fettered tincture
Metal come petal tongue lift off
off of 6 drops sung a hymn to the "Gelle Fra"
Call her oracle, jump from the tooth
notre dame "lutzenbursh" cook us up a curse
Spell spelt arm dough or "sauce blanche"
All turns blanched, bleached on a buttered earth
Mutton to the first bleed, sit and eat your glutton with the

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

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