CANADIAN Reviews SWEDISH RAP Album FÖRSTA KLASS - EINÁR - Pt.3 - RÖDA SULOR



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Link to original video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zGLHcUtw_E

Link to Swedish Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Einar-roda-sulor-lyrics

English Lyrics:
[Intro]
Rest in peace Paki
HvonGucci
HvonGucci on your beat bro
PreGame on the fucking beat

[Verse 1]
We made the game, and you try to fucking play with us?
Were the hottest, how can you be hotter than us?
You're an employee, stop playing boss
And my brother disappeared when it echoed bullets
And I swear on God that it hurts inside
And I swear on God, now it's empty in my hoods
Ey, what the hell do you know about fucking stuff like that, what you've done?
Man, you no one in my hoods
I have a gun in my belt because a gun is always handy
People see the boy as a hero but hate the boy when he's starving
Fuck with me, then you get turned, ey, you can't be in our race
Your far from my age, man, it's hard these days
Come and test punch my face, then it's a bad day
Then I put holes in you, man, ey, do you understand me?
Do you understand me and the boys?
Why we walk around with guns, drive around in the nicest cars
Man, shit, fuck these rappers, all of them are bullshiters
Show up in a four-stroke, of course you get fucked up
Burn the jacket, buy a new jacket, bro
My rap, people die for it, now it's over, bro
Other rapper bleeds, bro, brother, I'm from the south of south but
Have brothers from west who die for me, you die if you even try
So test my brothers, bro, I sell the weed and I smoke it


[Chorus]
I don't want to be anyone, they want to be me
Cop whores, they want me
No one can quit, no
Take something from us then we take you
I will be a fucking star, ey
Look up on me when I'm finished, ey
Look how I save, ey
Look, my girls looks like Cardi

[Verse 2]
Uh, same boys, new guns
Car drifts, customer pays
Bro sells, girls talk
My girl talks, she has tits
Your girl, she is flat
Now you understand that I fuck those who speaks
Police angry so they come knocking
When were together they back off
To my mother, bro, I thank
Shoutout mom, shoutout dad
Stand in hoods, share presents
Stand in the studio and I rap
Joint looks like icicle
Police thinks this football
Comes and tackles
Change flow, she goes down
Give me blow, I'm on stage
It's a show, everyone knows
You are broke, your songs make me sleep
My product makes you numb
Have a girl who makes me cum, call her Madonna
Red socks, man, comes where you live, man
Bullets fly, bro, man
Like if it was doves, man ey
Then we leave on a Gilera
It's calm, we get dollars
We have hash and coke
Were stuck and what I mean


[Chorus]
I don't want to be anyone, they want to be me
Cop whores, they want me
No one can quit, no
Take something from us then we take you
I will be a fucking star, ey
Look up on me when I'm finished, ey
Look how I save, ey
Look, my girls looks like Cardi
I don't want to be anyone, they want to be me
Cop whores, they want me
No one can quit, no
Take something from us then we take you
I will be a fucking star, ey
Look up on me when I'm finished, ey
Look how I save, ey
Look, my girls looks like Cardi
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