Lyrics and translation Satra B.E.N.Z. - Din Satra Nu Pleaca Nimeni

Din Satra Nu Pleaca Nimeni

Killa Fonic:
Fato, sunt satra pe viata
Banda Benzito, loiala
Finiete din oase, cruiala
Cu zero ca-sta gras coboara
O. S. O. D. si noi creem nu recicl abia
O. S. O. D. si noi futem nu ma simt abia
Pune-ma po pe casetofon, ya
Pune-ma-n Mertan si dansam fa, ya
Pune-ma-n Dacie, si fa-ti de cap ya
Daca faci afaceri, le faci cu cap, ya
Satra Benzito, dau astia proba-n ea
Fato, in banda pot sa te bag iar
Fato, de esti loiala O. G., te fac iar
Fato tu esti buna, mami te fac iar
Familie e-unita ca mafia
In strada-e jegoasa, nu-s diplomat

Nosfe e Satra, ca-n liga campionilor
Regii pe tabla, me pionilor
Din mama-n strada, educatia golanilor
Teos, biserica, doamne da-mi banii lor
Nosfe, Rai
Lasa-mi aproape dusmanii, ma tin motivat sa fac banii
Ca asa-s adevrsarii, stau parcati pe-avarii, si numara fanii
Pe degete, degete, tem sa-mi vorbesti
Daca nu ma respecti, si-o spui tuturor, mai putin cand ma-ntalnesti
Daca tu esti
Tot ce pretinzi, de ce pierzi timpul cu Satra
De ce te minti, nu vezi ca suntem zei
Ca suntem Sfinti
Ca numai unu e Nosfe
Numai unu e Guta
Numai unu e Killa
Numai unu e Keed
Si numai unu e Lu-K Beats

Keed (Refren):
Numa' una e Satra, si Satra e cea mai belea
Vrei sa vezi cum e Satra, atunci da-te mai acana
Toate pe vin si pleaca

Tovarasii vin si pleaca
Dar daca imi intri in Satra
Din Satra nu pleaca nimeni

Ca-m zis c-o vreau de-a tong tong
Gen Killa Fon' si Tom Box
?????? sa mor io de te mint io
O ard cu lautari pe casa la Billabong
Lesbiene ce stau prapadite ca pe ping pong
Nou ca Softball, vechi ca Blitzball
Hat, crat, pop, corn
Tiki Taka, Raka Taka, am bani, n-am bani
Cand beau pentru cand beau, Macallan
Daca n-am, ma combin, ma descurc, man
N-am mama, n-am tata, beau, fac scandal
In asa haaal
Cel mai tigaaan
Fac balagaaan
Pe macadam, dam, dam, dam

Super ED:
Ma cheama Guta, cand sunt jegos
Ma spal cu furtunul la mine-n curte, in Berceni
Duc o viata de durere-n pa
Si cant uneori doar pentru prieteni
Am talpa-n mers de boschetar
Si dreaduri stricate, tricou-n blujan
Blugi mulati,???????
Panarama din Satra B. E. N. Z.
In Satra B. E. N. Z. pana l-a decis
Cu mana pe inima am decis, eu si cu fratiorii mei
Traim cel mai de peste viiiis
O Satra o dragoste, ca de vis
Zero urc doar in deviz
Independeti ne-am depins
Viitorul in parbriiiiz

Keed (Refren):
Numa' una e Satra, si Satra e cea mai belea
Vrei sa vezi cum e Satra, atunci da-te mai acana
Toate pe vin si pleaca
Tovarasii vin si pleaca
Dar daca imi intri in Satra
Din Satra nu pleaca nimeni x2

Din Satra Nu Pleaca Nimeni

Killa Fonic:
Fato, I'm Satra for life
The Benzito gang, loyal
Fine from bones, cruel
With zero like this fat one comes down
O. S. O. D. and we create, don't just recycle
O. S. O. D. and we fuck, don't just feel up
Put me on the cassette player, ya
Put me in the Mertan and let's dance, ya
Put me in the Dacia, and do what you want, ya
If you do business, do it with your head, ya
Satra Benzito, they're auditioning for it
Fato, I can put you back in the gang
Fato, if you're loyal O.G., I'll make you again
Fato you're good, mommy I'll make you again
Family is united like the mafia
The street is dirty, I'm not a diplomat

Nosfe is Satra, like in the Champions League
Kings on the board, me pawns
From my mother to the street, the education of the rascals
Teos, church, God give me their money
Nosfe, Rai
Keep my enemies close, they keep me motivated to make money
Because that's how adversaries are, they're like on hazard lights, and they count their fans
On your fingers, fingers, I'm afraid to talk to you
If you don't respect me, and you tell everyone, except when you meet me
If you are all
That you claim to be, why do you waste your time with Satra
Why are you lying to yourself, can't you see we are gods
That we are saints
That there is only one Nosfe
There is only one Guta
There is only one Killa
There is only one Keed
And there is only one Lu-K Beats

Keed (Chorus):
Satra's the only one, and Satra's the baddest
You want to see what Satra is like, then get out of the way
Everything comes and goes

Comrades come and go
But if you come into my Satra
No one leaves Satra

Because I said I want it to be catchy
Like Killa Fon' and Tom Box
?????? I'll die if I lie to you
I spend it with musicians at Billabong's house
Lesbians who are wasted as on ping pong
New like Softball, old like Blitzball
Hat, crat, pop, corn
Tiki Taka, Raka Taka, I have money, I don't have money
When I drink for when I drink, Macallan
If I don't, I mix it up, I can handle it, man
I have no mother, no father, I drink, I make a scandal
In such a haaal
The biggest tigaaaan
I make balagaaan
On the asphalt, we give, give, give

Super ED:
My name is Guta, when I'm dirty
I wash myself with a hose in my yard, in Berceni
I lead a life of pain
And sometimes I sing just for friends
I have the sole of a tramp
And broken dreadlocks, a T-shirt tucked into my jeans
Tight jeans, ??????
Panarama from Satra B. E. N. Z.
In Satra B. E. N. Z. until the end
With my heart in my hand, I decided, me and my brothers
We live the most extreme
A Satra, a love, like a dream
Zero goes up only in the estimate
Independent we became dependent
The future in the windshield

Keed (Chorus):
Satra's the only one, and Satra's the baddest
You want to see what Satra is like, then get out of the way
Everything comes and goes
Comrades come and go
But if you come into my Satra
No one leaves Satra x2