Fattyúk – Ne Parázzá (Bonus) lyrics (English Translation)

Ne Parázzá (Bonus) lyrics
(English Translation)

Cash:

What wind brought you to your face, you get flour
I knead my shit, your rap is a joke
Take my dick, say an amen to it The point is that, to my detriment, your mother also went for it In a few weeks, I'll beat you up with the beat
It's better if you find out from me why the big guys are tickling
Tébánya's Fattyús loaded the nest
We dared to enter from the flow, we spit, then look
I spin the bit like a Ferrari by Tom Selleck
I'll point you in the dark, because this is a secret method
They lived in a misconception that the rainbow is the transparent
When they hear the music, all the 'ruminants' dance F-A-T-T-Y-Ú-K there are so many bastards that my 'nugget' is full of them
We give a group, my tongue is like griptape Ola
You tube, this won't be printed by brake TV
1-2 people will create a scandal
But our attitude is like that, and then I'll pull the steering wheel
Damn you all, it's stainless steel
And if we left the start, the finish line is already close
But what the hell, they call it pelican You don't become a womanizer just because you're flirting with Emese My name is Kess, the last of the Mohicans
During my journey, I became friends with you, Tomika Let there be a place, an internet portal
Where you'd grab my dick and kiss me underneath I know, brother, that your text is a joke Go to Móni, you'll have heart cancer
Chorus:

Everyone is in a coma about Fattyú rap
This is what NASA is listening to
To humiliate the people There are those who shake it The fever will rise
Whoever doesn't, let his house burn
Don't worry, Plaza is close by But when closed you collapse like a vase
Spanod turns the music down if it's bad This zone isn't gas, it hasn't yet been exploited

Wine:

What'll happen to the penis if our stuff doesn't come in
Here is the playlist the best, we knew this on YouTube As for fashion, we've stirred up the people
I didn't like the game because we drew the longer
Don't share anymore, for bad accounts
Because I land low like Osama's
You'd better get out now, because they've been saying it for a long time In order to bring the fleet, they'll cut it apart there
Your face, your toka, your ankle, bro
At home, you'll say it's a shame If you're not careful, Fattyú will block you
You get a mocha, coma for so much pouting
But who're you, you down in the square
And what're you, because I doubt that you're gangsters Envious bastards, horror of hip-hop
There are a lot of dick-eating squirrels, but here your forest is over I read your criss-cross, I love what you write Kritikuska, but Little Rapsódia will make you cry too
I don't understand what you're talking about, what were you dreaming about again
For physicists, you're a joke, that much is clear Sószi, what's the track suck it out or suck it out
You scrubber, here's my bro, don't drink my blood Damn, we're gonna run out of whiskey You will be the one to take me home, but I'll fuck you
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