Bros English translation
von RIN

I'm going out with my boys tonight, baby
And she asks, and she asks: Will you be coming home with me tonight, baby? Baby
But I shoot, shoot, baby, Alley Oop
I'm going out with my boys tonight, baby
And she asks, and she asks: Will you be coming home with me tonight, baby? Baby
But I shoot, shoot, baby, Alley Oop

It is three o'clock at night in the city
I'm over eighteen and I do what I do
Ten packs Marlboro Gold and a gin
Everybody's doing shit, I do what I want
Baby listens to my tape and then Drake
Baby listens to my tape and then Drake
Shoulder bag 'Preme, everybody sees
I have a lot of style and baby is in love

The 4-3-0 takes me home
No ticket, no problem
Smoking Marlboro Gold without a break
Medicine for my system


I'm going out with my boys tonight, baby
And she asks, and she asks: Will you be coming home with me tonight, baby? Baby
But I shoot, shoot, baby, Alley Oop
I'm going out with my boys tonight, baby
And she asks, and she asks: Will you be coming home with me tonight, baby? Baby
But I shoot, shoot, baby, Alley Oop

We hang around, babe, 'cause today everybody is fukara
We chill on the stairs, bro, and not at a gala
Take another sip, my bae
She wants to know everything, look on face
I trade Bogos with somebody on Basement
I trade Bogos with somebody on Basement
I buy one and a half thousand euros Gosha Rubchinskiy
With the moolah of Shindy

The 4-3-0 takes me home
No ticket, no problem
Smoking Marlboro Gold without a break
Medicine for my system

I'm going out with my boys tonight, baby
And she asks, and she asks: Will you be coming home with me tonight, baby? Baby
But I shoot, shoot, baby, Alley Oop
I'm going out with my boys tonight, baby
And she asks, and she asks: Will you be coming home with me tonight, baby? Baby
But I shoot, shoot, baby, Alley Oop