Текст песни Hotline (Cadell) с переводом

The realest unceasingly stay strong

2015, no giving away songs

Man think Chippy is living but they wrong

Informer fi dead and be giving away dons

Why don’t South London rate East?

Like say we weren’t the first one’s writing

If it ain’t FT, it don’t impress me

Punch in the face on a come outside ting

Yeah, shit’s never exciting

So give me one call, I’ll belly that Breitlin

Shouts out Merky, TK, Ego

Shouts out shifts cause those, I put nights in

Old school strips hot, right by the chip shop

Money at stake, we kidney and pied him

Chair for Elf, one bag for Stelf

And gunshot for Maxsta because I don’t like him

So if you’re in that circle, fam

You’re more washed up than a Persil van

I will clash five MCs on my own

Don’t get love from the Murkle Man

I don’t wanna make pals

I’ve got a lot of targets I wanna take out

I’m dangerous, I chill up in a safe house

Cuh the levels in the scene all played out

And you can’t do a Bugzy Malone on me

Nah, let alone roll on me

Try raise your tone on me

Like I ain’t got twenty bad bones on me

I like the power, it’s grown on me

Kannan what’s the matter?

Volver a casa

It means «go home, homie»

They sent for me to get known

They don’t really know no beef

Truth is, I killed off Slickzz

I do a double, then I build up kids

I wanna clash five man on my own

But I ain’t gonna lie, I feel like six

Cause in the 3rd it’s real like this

And from «17» to «Fair & Square», I’ve been here all year

And Stormzy ain’t better than me

But that’s neither here or there

And it’s not that deep, not that important

I was like 13, chilling in Alton

Now I’ve got me and the UK behind me

If you don’t like the riddim, then report it

Send back, they wanna send back?

I ain’t even gonna click that link

Why don’t Jammer hand over the ten bags

Instead of spending the money on ten bags?

What’s he gonna do when he’s 40?

Still keep running that big man ting?

I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even turned 20

Still kill mic and I bring man in

Who’s that don? That don is a pussyhole

Don’t act like you’ve got links on links

Me, I’m the connect, come be a middle man

Opportunities for drinks on drinks

And wait, I ain’t even finished

I swear down, I worked for my spot

Don’t care who, anybody knows

Act like Devilman, I ain’t concerned in God

And I deserve the handicap clash

Don’t believe me? Then turn it off

If not, pick five names out a hat

I came from the flat, I’ll burn their blocks

And me, I still ride for the cause and they can’t say otherwise

And I don’t run into the other side

Because they get ducked down by the other side

And they already know that I go hard

Hop out the car, they get butterflies

I went to Derby to buy the toy-oi

But I never went and got that gun of Eyez

Revolution’s televised

Don’t need fame, nah, don’t need hell of eyes

Most grime MCs just chasing a deal

Truth is, they’re barely getting by

And so many tunes 'bout how they’re goons

And they’ve got all the girls and they’re hella fly

When Bugzy Malone said Chip owes a hundred bags

Was not telling lies

And I was gonna leave out Mez

But he sent before, so let me lick off his head

Them man are Judas, can’t ever move us

Me, I’m on the table giving out bread

Let me bless this wine

Cause you already know I’m way more than next in grime

Don’t want none, not even a quarter

Just like 36 Zs in 9s

Nah, don’t ever be one of them

Man are mafia like Bun and them

Can’t say I’m struggling, let’s just say I’ve been juggling

Nah, it ain’t that puzzling

You ain’t seen suffering, you was on the roads for the fun of it

Me, I got bread, then I buttered it

Now you can’t draw me out, cartoon it or colour it

You won’t want none of it