Cezinando - Hore og madonna (Live fra Munchmuseet) 

absolutt!

K r o k o d i l l e t å r e r

@@lipa6678 Jeg er ikke uenig der, topp 2

Marku s jeg stusser mellom hvilken jeg liker best av Krokodilletårer og Hore og madonna

Marku s Den og Rosa sky!

periodt

TRUEEE

jaaaaa, herregud! det ville vært sykt

Same

Helt klart

*Madonna, Mona Lisa er ikke laget av Munch eller noen norsk artist...

faan snakker du om ?????

How can you love this song for 5 years when his album dropped a year ago

@@hari61017 han redigerte kommentaren etterpå

Etter Susanne Sundfør så klart;)

nah homie its VAD3R

Norsk musikk har aldri vært så dårlig promotert som nå! Takk gud for at Christine Dancke skal bort fra P3

@@magnusellefsen7858 norsk musikk har aldri vært så bra som nå mener du vel

@@stinehelgesen1927 cezinando er bedre he da goat

periodt

valla godt stup vann beste. beste låt er spøskelse eller versace medusa

Den er på Spotify :)

Teach yourself enough Norwegian to understand it! It's insaneeee.

The lyrics is even more fire bro. Just bars on bars, wordplay and metaphors, next level shit. You never find this type of level in English rap lyrics.

Copy the lyrics to google translate

He is singing about a girl. He sings "You heard a roumour and gets mad when it's not true. You are an fucking enigma. I know I can be an idiot too, but you are on top of the idiot league. Naive as I am I released the dogs that painted the sky pink. Everything goes it's course, but you're always trying to be a hero with your panties outside your pants. (First verse he sings two times, first with funny voice and then he's own) (Second verse) It was me that released the dogs, when the sky breaks open, there is no atheist samling in the sea. We are sailing on a shipwreck as thin as a flake of chips, into the eye of the storm. Two knives in the sides, I don't know how you can trust me, I don't care. But when tell me you love me, I believe you like people believe in God (he does not believe it). (New verse) I regret that I ever opened my self to you, left me feeling like harakiri (japanese suicide by cutting your bowel, done by some Samurais). If I get more high on my self now, so ask me to go low like a fucking Lamborgini. Think I had an episode beacause I, took it too far. Took you to hell, and I think it's stuck in my brain. Touch me, like nothing is holy. It's not too early for me, we can stay up late. I can be the prisoner and you can be the officer. Is it Lassie or is it Rex? Sell sex, so I'm selling sex. You are a box of chocolate, never know what you're gonna get. (New werse) You asked me to leave, but got mad when I left, you are a fucking downer. I know I'm good at fucking up, but you are talented (at fucking up). High up I flew like the seagal Jonathan, and felt a hand in my, while I drowned. Everything goes it course, but you are always trying to be a hero with your panties outside your pants. (New verse) You know I have to get it with a spoon (explained easy), my body turned into gel, that evening you yelled at me a lot at Bygdøy Alle (place in Oslo). If you have more to say, then tell me. I'm born by the City rail ways, you can show me moutains and fjords. Two sides of the knife. I don't know how you think about me. I want it so, but when you tell me you love me, I don't believe it. You are just drunk. Fuck it, it's just bullshit. (New verse) You're a headscull in a bridal dress, switched me over, like in a wardrobe. Does not say hello. It's allright (not) You want lobster and Canary (don't know if that word is correct in English), a little bit of Durek (the prinsesse of Norways bf, who is very weird, not an obvious choice for a princess) and a little bit of Ari (the Princess of Norways ex-husband, now dead by suicide), not me. I want a glass with something good (to drink), hashisj with a little tobacco (commonly mixed in Norway, but not legal) and some Astrid and Sigrid (Norwegian girl names). I can go to the kollektivet (a place where people have one room and share everything else like kitchen, bathroom...) My room still smells like Salmiakk (used for cleaning). You can step on me a thousand times, but I'll come crawling back like cochroaches. When we talk, C'est La Vie. I'm your dog forener, what you are doing is animal cruelty." He means that he wants an easygoing girl to chili with and she's locking for those, rich, snobby men. And just she use him as she wants too, but he still comes crawling back to her. Sorry for the long teit, but Cezinando is saying a lot in that song.

I wrote a bit wrong. Not sell sex, but he's singing "sex sells, so I'm selling sex. " Some spelling mistakes happens when a Norwegian girl tries to translate this song in English. It's a song with MANY words.

Om du tror denne sangen ikke har autotune så kan ikke du veldig mye om musikk! Ikke at det er negativt å bruke autotune heller, om det gjøres riktig.

I just have to return some videotapes for det første, takk for å si til meg hvordan autotune skrives riktig, og for det andre, så har han ikke autotune når han synger live, men han har det sikkert på Spotify versjonen. Han har playback i rappedelen her da, men det er no annet😉! Ha en god dag videre

Det er en naken dame på maleriet i bakgrunnen

Han Litt Spesielle fullt mulig og få autotune live:) vet ikke om han har det eller ikke, men fullt mulig.

ja den er farlig god tor

@@ramonasther9312 e9

making music, obviously

Dealing with a lot with depression, as well as the music making

Dummeste jeg har lest på lenge.

@@yungwoods7462

Skriv hvordan du mener det da? Kommentaren din er litt tynn

@@henrikmichael1875 skrev jo hva jeg mener? synes stemmen hans ble litt i tynneste laget når han nærma seg låta på måten som han gjorde, altså valgte å gå for så høye toner når stemmen hans åpenbart ikke klarer å formidle så sterkt i et så høyt register... håper det var oppklarende for deg Henrik Michael :)

Kontorstol Virker bare klønete å formulere seg så adekvat med et så unyansert innhold. Da kan du like så godt skrive at du det sugde eller bare downvote hvis du skjønner