Luyện nghe bài hát Féck de Villchen

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

An allen Éieren, jongléieren, wa mär d'Wierder zirkuléieren,
mat engem kreéierte Langage, dee souguer d'Queen amuséieren.
Connectioun per Eurostar, Stonnen, sou schnell kann et goen,
lo däerfs de näischt méi soen, hu London virum Mikro stoen.
Mär zelebréiere eis Kampfkonscht am Hanfdonscht,
kreativ, jo ganz vill, mä net gesond fir d'Bronche.
- einfach e klenge Moment, den Alldag vergiessen,
si och, well si mol eppes Anstänneges ze friessen.
Mä Tea Time aus, well am Läb fléisst de Wäin,
mär bréngen iech frësch gehacktent fir däi Kamäin.
Onkraut vergeet net, mä nee, et sech,
dofir free dech, well Bësch 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 pilchard
Come "Feck de Villchen" cut and crush and him
and whisk and dust until it's fettered tincture
Metal come elixir petal tongue off
Drunk off of 6 drops a hymn to the "Gelle Fra"
Call her oracle, jump the hollow tooth
Yelling dame "lutzenbursh" cook us up a curse
Spell cast spelt arm or "sauce blanche"
All turns blanched, bleached crumbs on a buttered
to the first bleed, sit and eat your glutton with the birdfeed

David
D'Zäit eng Stonn no vir, si mer e viraus,
fir e Meeting mat lyreschem Austausch.
Verluer an der Wüst, vun den Mënner,
gëff ons Waasser, well soss penne all eis Sënner.
Am gefaang, am gaang d'Zäit ze vergiessen,
gefoltert vun Munchies, et vläit Zäit, eppes z'iessen.
D'ganzt Land schléift, mä dës dreift säin Onwiesen,
mär behalen den Duerchbléck, well eis Aen, si gliesen.
A schonn de Gong erklong fir d'Poete-Ronn,
an am Fong eis gespëtzten Zong an d'Bierelong 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 when 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
did you see I say boop when I see I spray
bars for de läb in Lux fuck what you think is
we're sick as fuck I fuckin' flip and spit and dump
acid on the and chumps that's chatting shit
and spit in lumps of when I scatter man
rap him up and slap a man that im chattin' dan
London to stand up and salute the man that's doin' it big
and we ruin it for pricks
when we're showin' man what is real flavours in 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 distance but it's still a mission