Tabanacle - Champions League [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm in a league of the champs kill 'em with the bars
Zidane Zidane spin 'em with a pass
Still Messi with the craft Sip Rémy with the bars when I'm baling
See I'm more like Bale your Smalling
Still chasing that Sterling cash on the block I know bare young gunners like Arsenal
So when they run up just shooting attack so ruthless quick and I don't mean Barca
Are you ready for me yet better line your defence man might get Čech I could blatter up a man and I don't mean Sepp
As I'm shattering this game at whole new depth
I got love for the fans no fucks for the haters
I Zatalan man When it comes to a pagan
So when I say I'm putting Hazard on a track Better know one thing it only means danger
Baller like Ronnie south side Donnie
I'm the man in the city and I don't mean Bony
Savage on a track and I don't mean Robbie
When I'm rapping on a track better know I'm on it
In the south of the ghetto bare shots like Eto'o
Edin to a man better know I'm Džeko
Cause we take titles quick when you slip and you fall
To your knees and you drop like Guerrero
Better know I'm battering the pages
And there ain't no Callum in my Chambers
Man this shit so long it could take out an OX
By the box in a battle with the rangers
Ribéry's back with a banger
They don't wanna see me smash through the banner I'm hulk
To kids all trapped in the manor I give them hope
Still we aim for them goals cause we want more
But they hate the way Danny Rose to the top four
We on tour with the squad when we roar through the block
It's straight shootout in a cup draw
And I don't really wanna man the block, cause Vans will stop
Trying to take my Persie my hands will drop
Take out the first thing like Stam was on
The only thing that's gonna save 'em is the hand of god
In my manor my manor I flip I robanna while smoking Havana and cro
These chicks wanna fuck me but move like its ugly to pick up my hammer and blow
So blow bubbles till the purples off I swerve shots like Berbatov
You better learn to cross cause if your playing my field it's a certain loss
No way José will I lose now you heard the boss
I had to murder Ross, my Barclays try hit me now with a further cost, I took a further loss, so I come back hit like a German bomb
Ozil and I hit 'em on a herbal bong I bring the verse to songs
And ain't no one gonna stop me now I've earned my shot
So listen up let me work along I said no ones gonna stop me now I've earn my shot
Like a sub we only praying that we see change no FIFA still we kill 'em in a street game
I have an ultimate team but the only one you seen is the one you being playing EA
Man I get Depay I get replays on the block when there's feds its Piqué there's no killing my time like Fergie cause you can dropped Cissé