Paroles et traduction B.U.G. Mafia - Cuvinte grele

Cuvinte grele

I: Nu, fac banii cat fac anii, Am demonstrat in totdeauna pentru totdeauna, Ii tot ce-i sigur, Sunt motivul numarul unu sa-ti rup capatana, Am adunat spuma, ca sa produc suma, Dau tratament cu bass pentru timpanul tau, Pentru suflet sti ca cel mai bun e tot cuvantul meu, Mai greu decat croseul lu′ Greu', La care functioneaza regula cu apogeu′, Bag *** in tot, pun industria pe stoc, Nu e loc, nici n-a fost pentru cale de mijloc, Baietii de cartier baga boala in fraieri, Poezia in smecheri, si cuvinte grele, Asta nu e pentru tocurile de pe la TV, Comisia de cenzura nu vrea versurile mele, Si le zic, *** (mai zi-le o data), *** (***), Si ii las la microfon pe baieti sa le traga si ei la.
II:***, ca nimic nu creeaza mai mult stres, Nimic mai pe fatza ca limbajul meu pervers, Fac vers, dupa vers, dar tot nu realiz, Nu te concentrezi, ma faci sa ma enervez, Reactionezi ca un nebun, Cand comentezi inainte sa asculti ce spun, Ar trebui sa sti, inainte sa dai de belea, Ca nu imi plac fraierii ca tine, Cantecul care e muzica mea, Nu-i treaba ta, ai grija, baga la cap mai bine, Nu m-am apucat de cantat ca nu aveam bani Nici nu credeam ca o sa traiesc din asta acu' 6 ani, Dar strada mi-a aratat cum sta treaba, Si asa vooi fi mereu, sa suga ***, garda, Simt doar placere cand publicu' mai cere, Si ii lovesc cu alte cuvinte grele. Refren(x2): Hip-hop adevarat, dam, Pentru cei care asteapta, Hip-hop adevarat, dam, De peste tot inc-o data. III: Luchian la microfon, trimite *** langa mine
Sunt sigur ca asa o sa ma vezi si tu mai bine
Hip-hop, cuvinte grele zi si tu
Esti fericit eu multumit, sa vad ca se ruleaza banu′Nu ma joc cu centimetru′ pe care-l pun in treaba
Linistit ma ridic si lovesc fara graba, Nu mai stau ma retrag ca au aparut de dupa colt, Sapte gabori, doua dube, opt roti, Va *** in gura pe toti
De peste tot la un loc suntem, Asa pe fatza cum tu nu ai vazut vreodata
Vorbiti, discutati, analizati, comentati, socant, stresant
Despre fenomenul hip-hop
Baieti de prin cartier in stare sa te *** in gura, In fiecare zi, la orice pas la orice ora
Am jurat sa fiu bagat in treaba asta s-am sa fiu
Indiferent de vremuri si dusmanii care stiu
Ca n-au cum sa ne faca in nimic niciodata
Vorbim despre strada, direct din strada, pentru strada Toti fratii din parnaie si tovarasii din tara
Baietii din Pantelimon, si cei plecati afara, la ciordeala, Pentru bani stii bine, Pentru bani suntem aici si-o sa-i luam de la tine, Nord, sud, vest, est, Respect pentru fratii mei, nimic in rest Refren(x2): IV: Am incedere in mine c-asa-i bine, N-ai incredere in nimeni, care n-are incredere in tine, Crede-ma, mereu se vede ca lumea e falsa
Din 10 indivizi, noua rad crispat chiar in fatza ta, Lumea-i falsa, viata-i tarfa, tu ce *** mea te bagi? Sunt prea obosit sa mor si vreau sa cant ceva, Si garda ca la prima zi, le luam tot, confiscam non stop
Carte de hip-hop vor si MC, Ii astept, sunt implicat direct
Pentru toti care fac real pan' la final respect, Restul muzicii in mare parte ma paste, Decat delicvent la cinspe′ ani, decat tarfa la paispe', Parca n-ai stii la cine ma refer, Un strain in casa ta, da-l afara, *** Spui ca nu-ti plac banii, nu te cred
Nu faci nimic cu anii si te-ntreb
De ce te uiti de parca ti-as lua ceva, Daca tot uiti asa mai bine ti-as lua
Daca nu eram aici acum, eram la tine acasa, Luam totul si plecam, asa ca lasa
Am casa, am darul sa-ti explic de cartier, Peste tot e numele, il ridic pana la cer
Degeaba le spui la toti sa nu asculte hip-hop
Asta e realitatea, baga bine la cap
Mai bine sa faca rime, decat sa faca crime, Mai bine sa ia banu′, dacat sa pierda anu'Am baietii din parnaie, care stiu exact cum e, Am baietii mei toti, care stiu exact de ce.
Au fost multe de vazut si mai multe de facut, Viata mea e abia la inceput
Deci nu mai fi carnat, deghizat in cacat, Lasa lumea sa asculte hip-hop adevarat. Refren(x2):. V: Sunt Pacha Man de la Timisoara, Gata sa vorbeasca pentru toata tara, Banii sunt motivul pentru care noi doi, Versuri de la inima, despre ce facem noi, Si nimeni, niciodata n-o sa poata sa ne desparta, E anu′ 2000 si toata lumea poate sa vada, Baietii de pe strada sunt din nou in fata ta, Tataee, Caddy, Uzzi sï Pacha Man. Refren(x2):.

Heavy Words

I: Nah, I make money like I make years, Always proved it, forever and ever, It's all that's certain, I'm the number one reason to smash your head, I gathered the foam, to produce the sum, I give bass treatment for your eardrum, For the soul you know, my word is still the best, Heavier than Greu's hook, Where the apogee rule applies, I don't give a damn about anything, I put the industry on hold, There's no room, nor has there ever been for the middle ground, Ghetto boys bring sickness to suckers, Poetry to the slick ones, and heavy words, This ain't for the heels on TV, The censorship commission doesn't want my verses, And I tell them, f*** off (say it again), f*** off (f*** off), And I leave the boys at the microphone to give it to them too.
II: F***, because nothing creates more stress, Nothing more in your face than my perverse language, I make verse, after verse, but you still don't get it, You don't concentrate, you make me angry, You react like a madman, When you comment before you hear what I say, You should know, before you get in trouble, That I don't like suckers like you, The song that's my music, It's none of your business, be careful, get it in your head, I didn't start singing because I didn't have money, I didn't even believe I would live off this 6 years ago, But the street showed me how it is, And that's how I'll always be, suck a d***, the cops, I only feel pleasure when the audience asks for more, And I hit them with other heavy words. Chorus(x2): Real hip-hop, we give, For those who are waiting, Real hip-hop, we give, From everywhere once again. III: Luchian at the microphone, sends f***s next to me
I'm sure that's how you'll see me better too
Hip-hop, heavy words, say it too
You're happy, I'm satisfied, to see the money rolling I don't play with the centimeter I put to work
Calmly I rise and strike without haste, I don't stay, I retreat, because they appeared from around the corner, Seven cops, two vans, eight wheels, F*** you all in the mouth
We're everywhere, As openly as you've never seen before
You talk, you discuss, you analyze, you comment, shocking, stressful
About the hip-hop phenomenon
Guys from the neighborhood ready to f*** you in the mouth, Every day, at every step, at any hour
I swore to be involved in this and I will be
Regardless of times and enemies who know
That they can't do anything to us, ever
We're talking about the street, straight from the street, for the street All the brothers in jail and the comrades in the country
The guys from Pantelimon, and those who left abroad, to steal, For money you know, For money we're here and we'll take it from you, North, south, west, east, Respect for my brothers, nothing else Chorus(x2): IV: I have faith in myself because that's right, Don't trust anyone who doesn't trust you, Believe me, you always see that the world is fake
Out of 10 individuals, nine laugh wryly right in your face, The world is fake, life's a bitch, what the f*** do you care? I'm too tired to die and I want to sing something, And the cops like on the first day, we take everything, confiscate non-stop
They want a hip-hop book and MCs, I'm waiting for them, I'm directly involved
Respect for all those who keep it real till the end, The rest of the music mostly grazes me, Better a delinquent at fifteen than a whore at fourteen, As if you didn't know who I'm referring to, A stranger in your house, kick him out, f*** him You say you don't like money, I don't believe you
You don't do anything with the years and I ask you
Why are you looking like I'm taking something from you, If you forget like that, I'd rather take it
If I wasn't here now, I'd be at your house, Taking everything and leaving, so let it be
I have the house, I have the gift to explain the neighborhood, The name is everywhere, I raise it to the sky
It's useless to tell everyone not to listen to hip-hop
This is reality, get it in your head
Better to make rhymes than to commit crimes, Better to take the money than to waste the year I have the boys in jail who know exactly how it is, I have all my boys who know exactly why.
There was a lot to see and more to do, My life is just beginning
So stop being a sausage disguised as s***, Let the world listen to real hip-hop. Chorus(x2):. V: I'm Pacha Man from Timisoara, Ready to speak for the whole country, Money is the reason why we two, Verses from the heart, about what we do, And no one, ever will be able to separate us, It's the year 2000 and everyone can see, The boys from the street are back in front of you, Tataee, Caddy, Uzzi and Pacha Man. Chorus(x2):.