Luyện nghe bài hát Féck de Villchen

Fuck the I'm in Luxembourg for the buxom words
You must have heard 4i2i, de
we bust a verse, you learn to love or love to learn
Discerning from a earn,
we burn the herbs head like thunderbirds,
puppet nerds, sky get a curse
and on mother earth, brother, uncle,
I swear I something stir London is burning, London has burnt.
Douse it out in coke and
and lounge about like clouds on floating
Make a of painted ceiling, blaze 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 souguer d'Queen amuséieren.
Connectioun per Eurostar, zwou Stonnen, sou schnell et goen,
lo de näischt méi soen, mär hu London virum Mikro stoen.
Mär zelebréiere eis Kampfkonscht am Hanfdonscht,
kreativ, jo ganz vill, mä net gesond fir d'Bronche.
Egal - einfach e Moment, den Alldag vergiessen,
si och, well si kréie mol eppes ze friessen.
Mä Tea fällt aus, well am Läb fléisst de Wäin,
mär bréngen iech frësch Holz fir däi Kamäin.
Onkraut vergeet net, mä nee, et sech,
dofir free dech, eise Bësch wiisst dagdeeglech.

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

David
eng Stonn no vir, si mer e Schratt viraus,
fir e Meeting mat lyreschem Austausch.
an der Wüst, vun den dréchene Mënner,
gëff ons Waasser, well penne 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 Colläb dreift Onwiesen,
mär behalen den Duerchbléck, well eis Aen, si gliesen.
A schonn de Gong erklong fir d'Poete-Ronn,
an am Fong hunn eis gespëtzten Zong an d'Ronn gewonn, mäi Jong.
Mär briechen d'Monotonie, well si un ze fachen,
a réieren am Dëppen, fir nei 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 zoot high so and it's boo yai yay
whoops did you see I say when I see I spray
bars for de läb in Lux what you think is fucked
we're fuckin' sick as fuck I fuckin' flip and and dump
acid on the tricks and chumps chatting shit
and spit in lumps of batter when I man
rap him up and slap a man violence that im dan
London to stand up and salute the man that's doin' it big
and we will ruin it for
when we're showin' man what is real in your fizz
that's the bizz that we live in in the bits, it's a given that we live in a
mind control and pessimism is persistent in this
I can see change in the distance but it's still a mission