Luyện nghe bài hát Féck de Villchen

Fuck the birds I'm in for the buxom words
You have heard 4i2i, de läb
When we bust a verse, you learn to love or love to
Discerning 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 something stir London is burning, London has burnt.
Douse it out in and wine
and lounge like clouds on floating skies
a page of painted ceiling, blaze an evening
Spit in "Minett" and the way a nation is speaking
"schnoory"

An Éieren, mär jongléieren, wa mär d'Wierder zirkuléieren,
mat engem kreéierte Langage, dee d'Queen géing amuséieren.
Connectioun per Eurostar, Stonnen, sou schnell 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, si kréie mol eppes Anstänneges ze friessen.
Mä Tea fällt aus, well am Läb fléisst de Wäin,
bréngen iech frësch gehacktent Holz fir däi Kamäin.
Onkraut net, mä nee, et verbreet sech,
free dech, well eise Bësch wiisst dagdeeglech.

Fuck the birds, all mothers to the
My "Sourkraut" powerhouse out and out, pick a peppered
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 sung a hymn to the "Gelle Fra"
her oracle, jump from the hollow tooth
Yelling notre "lutzenbursh" cook us up a curse
Spell cast spelt arm or "sauce blanche"
All turns blanched, bleached crumbs on a earth
Mutton to the first bleed, sit and eat your with the birdfeed

Fluit:
D'Zäit eng Stonn no vir, si mer e viraus,
fir e Meeting mat lyreschem Austausch.
an der Wüst, vun den dréchene 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.
D'ganzt Land schléift, mä dës dreift säin Onwiesen,
behalen 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, si fänkt un ze fachen,
a réieren am Dëppen, fir nei Gedanken 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 so zoop and it's boo yai yay
whoops did you see I say boop I see I spray
bars for de läb in Lux fuck what you is fucked
we're fuckin' as fuck I fuckin' flip and spit and dump
acid on the tricks and chumps that's 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 ruin it for pricks
we're 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 and pessimism is persistent in this system
I can see change in the distance but it's still a mission