Paroles et traduction BAZOOKA - Punctul G

Punctul G

Bai tripat pe trotineta nu stiu ce tot vrei sa crezi
Da' din punctu meu de vedere nu te prea vezi
Cu tot ce reprezinti tu eu ma aflu-n antiteza
Ca nu ma sparg in figuri ca universu la geneza
Vin fatis, vin hatis sa te pis direct in fata
Submarin de otel te-am adus la suprafata
Esti superior cu adevarat doar in cumpana pe cric
Zici de mine ca-s calic da' tu esti mai rozcaric
Sunt asa de rece precum o boala foarte nasoala
Ca nu ma poti localiza nici cu viziune termala
Impiedicatu' dracu' inamicu' balustrada
Cand iau eu o curba se indoaie autostrada
Si vin din nou nu credeti ca ati scapat
Normal ca luamt tepe daca traim printre spini
Degeaba taiem noi coroane daca raman radacini
Deci puteti vorbi pe la spate da' aparati botu
Ca ma intorc mult mai usor sa va fut una cu cotu
Atac cum vreau nu cum si de ce
Pizdelor, atentie ca lovesc la punctul G
Dau dauna totala K.O. simtit la os
Eu am ce fute ma intelegi de aia sunt asa pizdos
Daca te luam cu trupa nu-ti verificam parfumu'
Stai chill nu te fute preparam un 3 in 1
Te impiedici de mine nu arunca pe mine vina
Ca nu pic ca toti prosti am luat bacul din prima
Bani iti dau aproape totul dar nu iti dau aproapele
Eu iti impart bucatile nu-ti impart bucatele
Cand vad oameni la costum, sincer, imi vine rau
Studiez la Universtitate, Piata Muncii din metrou
Studiez la Universtitate, Piata Muncii din metrou
Va dati de gol mai rau ca Sifanel(?)
Nu am cum sa ma tem de un atac ca cu picior de lemn
Daca tot imi spui ca ai sange ia si circula
Ca atunci cand o sa pun eu punct, iti da cu virgula
Allahu Akbar pica bomba in bazaar
Bazooka iar pe beat trupa ta tot pe trotuar
Iti curata urechile desi stilul e murdar
Te tinem la stramtoare ca am ce pa altar
Pe tine te bate beat-ul de aia tot pici de pe el
Ma uit in oglinda nici cu reflexia nu sunt la fel
Microfonul e greu de rime parca e de fier
Un vin din senin parca pica din cer
M-am trezit pe un camp de beeze, parasute date dracu'
Care vor sa suga pula ca sa li se umfle capu'
...?...ca sa potu sa te tai
Sunt ala care vrea sa iti dea exact atunci cand ai
Ma testeaza viata si chiulesc la test
Ca durerea-n pula e cel mai bun dar ceresc
M-am pierdut cu firea piesa suna nefiresc
Sunt asa de beat ca am uitat sa ametesc
Cad de pe beat cum cat de pe langa
Curba e dreapta directia e stramba
Fotu e scurta viata e lunga
Nu o sa ne ajunga

The G-Spot

You're trippin' on that scooter, I don't know what you're trying to believe
But from my point of view, you're barely visible, you see
With everything you represent, I stand in antithesis
Cause I don't shatter into pieces like the universe at genesis
I come openly, I come hidden, to piss right in your face
A steel submarine, I brought you to the surface
You're truly superior only when you're hanging on a jack
You say I'm calico, but you're even more of a pink freak
I'm as cold as a really nasty disease
You can't even locate me with thermal vision, please
The damn enemy tripped on the railing, a clumsy fool
When I take a curve, the highway bends, that's the rule
And I'm back again, don't think you've escaped
It's normal to get pricked if we live among thorns, that's fate
It's pointless to cut down crowns if the roots remain
So you can talk behind my back, but protect your snout
Cause I'll come back even easier to fuck you up with my elbow, no doubt
I attack how I want, not how and why
Bitches, watch out, I hit the G-spot, that's my cry
I cause total damage, a K.O. felt to the bone
I have what to fuck, you understand, that's why I'm so badass, I'm known
If I take you with the crew, we won't check your perfume
Stay chill, we won't fuck you, we're preparing a 3-in-1 boom
You stumble over me, don't put the blame on me
Cause I don't fail like all fools, I passed my exams first try, you see
I give you money, almost everything, but I won't give you my neighbor
I share my pieces with you, not my dishes, that's my flavor
When I see people in suits, honestly, I feel sick
I study at the University, the Labor Market on the subway, that's the trick
I study at the University, the Labor Market on the subway, that's the trick
You guys give yourselves away worse than Sifanel(?)
I can't fear an attack with a wooden leg, that's swell
If you keep telling me you have blood, then let it circulate
Because when I put a period, you'll get a comma, it's your fate
Allahu Akbar, the bomb falls in the bazaar
Bazooka again on the beat, your crew still on the sidewalk, afar
I clean your ears even though the style is dirty
We keep you tight, because we have what to put on the altar, surely
The beat beats you, that's why you keep falling off it
I look in the mirror, I'm not even the same as my reflection, I admit
The microphone is heavy, the rhymes seem to be made of iron, it's lit
A sudden wine, as if falling from the sky, a hit
I woke up on a field of bitches, parachutes gone to hell
Who want to suck dick so their heads can swell
...?...so I can cut you
I'm the one who wants to give you exactly when you have
Life tests me and I skip the test
Because pain in the dick is the best heavenly gift, I confess
I lost my mind, the song sounds unnatural
I'm so drunk I forgot to get dizzy, that's factual
I fall from drunkenness, how close from beside
The curve is straight, the direction is crooked, I can't hide
The pussy is short, life is long
It won't be enough for us, that's the song