Noise - Hałas (english tranzlation) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I say what I think, f*ck politically corrected rap
My authorities let me down, their words are business
I was a fan of this music, it raised me like a mother
I'm making trap, your popstar makes a blowjob
Who felt offended? (who, who)
I open minds with a baseball bat
Respect to Tede, Włodi, Sokół, Borygo
Eldo, Płomień (f*ck sake) I go to the fullest
I pay the tribute to those who deserved it
When I smoked the first joint, from the speakers I tasted HG's Amnesia
Taught to say nothing, f*ck pigs, make money
Spit at unplеasant actions

[Chorus]
Noise, for the culture that raisеd us
Noise, for the people, that f*cking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that f*cking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little

[Verse 2]
I might show up once I heal my insane mind
At this moment I look as If I was flying, high on speed
Music doesn't p*ss me off if you want you can listen to f*cking Disco polo
But it p*sses me off when you fool your fans, make yourself a God knows what
(Young 2Pac) Whole head in scabs
I was a ghost for too long to be scared, that they'll kill me
Raised by a bandit, what do you want to impress me with
Rebellion is a characteristic of youngsters, if you want you can square me up for the words
Respect Malik, let that go abroad
Respect SB, I know who loves this music
I put aside loads of money for my mum
And I'm not worried about anything anymore, even If the fun will stop
Alright, I know, a f*ck you in the face is too much
But why should I apologize
Why, why should I apologize
Alright, I know, a f*ck you in the face is too much
This is rap you whore, not licking balls
[Chorus]
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that f*cking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that f*cking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little

[Verse 3]
When you don't have any perspectives, it's the only thing
Move forward, set an expensive target
And I did, I've got a watch worth sixty thousand, lad
Platinium walls, I can't count enemies anymore son
My friend confused yellow with white again (yellow with white)
He's wandering bruised for the fourth day
I love this mess, dirty tags on the city
And the sick phrase that, the pig is f*cked here
Mr. Kasta, I don't know what it means to butthurt
I give applaud to Mata, Bedi is this year's king
Rule-men who have rules only in tracks
I'd rather beg at a station than to trick fans like that
Too uncomfortable for this scene, c*nts are scared of me
They know, if there will be a need, then I'll burn those caricatures
I've got respect for the pioneers of this culture
Who f*ck the system and the things that they try to convince us with force
[Chorus]
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that f*cking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little
Noise, for the culture that raised us
Noise, for the people, that f*cking talk nonsense
The whole of Warsaw, in pink balaclavas
Let's go out on the street, time to brawl a little