Luyện nghe bài hát Féck de Villchen

Fuck the birds I'm in Luxembourg for the 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 mother earth, brother, uncle,
I swear I heard stir London is burning, London has burnt.
Douse it out in coke and
and lounge about like clouds on skies
Make a of painted ceiling, blaze an evening
Spit in "Minett" and change the way a nation is
"schnoory"

An allen Éieren, mär jongléieren, wa d'Wierder zirkuléieren,
mat engem kreéierte Langage, dee souguer d'Queen amuséieren.
Connectioun per Eurostar, zwou Stonnen, sou schnell et goen,
lo däerfs de méi soen, mär hu London virum Mikro stoen.
zelebréiere gekonnt 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 fällt aus, well am Läb fléisst de Wäin,
mär bréngen iech frësch gehacktent Holz fir Kamäin.
vergeet net, mä nee, et verbreet sech,
dofir free dech, eise Bësch wiisst dagdeeglech.

Fuck the birds, all mothers to the
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 fettered
Metal elixir petal tongue lift off
Drunk off of 6 sung a hymn to the "Gelle Fra"
Call her oracle, jump from the tooth
Yelling dame "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 klenge mat lyreschem Austausch.
an der Wüst, vun den dréchene Mënner,
gëff ons Waasser, well penne geschwënn all eis Sënner.
Am gefaang, am gaang d'Zäit ze vergiessen,
gefoltert vun Munchies, et vläit Zäit, eppes z'iessen.
Land schléift, mä dës Colläb dreift säin 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 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 itself when we cruise by on mics
and we're too so poof and I'm who I am
by the zoot high 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 you think is fucked
we're fuckin' sick as fuck I fuckin' and spit and dump
acid on the tricks and chumps that's shit
and in lumps of batter when I scatter man
rap him up and a man violence that im chattin' dan
to Luxembourg stand up and salute the man that's doin' it big
and we will it for pricks
when we're showin' man what is real in your fizz
the bizz that we live in in the bits, it's a given that we live in a prison
mind control and pessimism is persistent in system
I can see change in the but it's still a fucking mission