Paroles et traduction Bitza - Unde nu va asteptati

Unde nu va asteptati

Unde p da cu capu, acolo apare rap-ul
Da da da da, merge
O voi toti, cantaretilor
Minunatilor si miropolantilor
E care pe are, ficare vrea bucata cea mai mare
Te lovesc cu armamentul din dotare
Daca nu vorbesc despre onoare, parveniti n-au pudoare

Vin cu arma de trancane cu mangla
Sifoane, batalioane, plutoane, militie, pulane
O o o u cati am ingropat a voi
Dastia la moda trendy flash in noi

Rap fac tic, si morti tai nu intelegi nimic
Te dai golan, stiu manevra
Pleci de aici esti de din Galeva
Iei o novasta, o tarfa de-a noastra
Si apoi te plangi ca soarta e proasta
Ma calci pe coada, te calc pe noada
Te iau la p cu tot u prigada
Tot ce faceti imi da motive, gurile voastre, prezervative
Sapi morminte incarc flinte notetite, vinetite
Tine rime voi cuvinte
Te simti prost esti printe liste
Liste negre planuri, schite
Cu tine cred c-as foite

Daca o sa fugi, unde te duci
O sa te pridem tu nu ma asculti
Peste un an peste o luna
Suntem acolo cu o bata in mana
Cuci toarna, nu tine cont de tata, mama
Venim din brigada, esti pe strada
Gasesti soldarii, gasesti armata

Stil pragmatic, carizmatic
Reprezint na pio decimo dacic
Bitza, practic pentru toti material didactic
Eroare fara pile, fara pile sau pastile
Din blouri cu file, sceituri, role nu limuzine

Where You Least Expect It

Where I turn my head, there rap appears
Yes yes yes yes, it works
Oh all of you, singers
The wonderful and the fragrant
It's every man for himself, each one wants the biggest piece
I hit you with the weaponry at my disposal
If I don't talk about honor, upstarts have no shame

I come with the chattergun with the crowbar
Soda bottles, battalions, platoons, militia, whores
Oh oh oh how many of you have I buried
These trendy fashionistas, flash in the pan

I do rap quick, and your dead men don't understand anything
You play the tough guy, I know the drill
Get out of here, you're from the hood
You pick up a prostitute, one of ours
And then you complain that fate is bad
You step on my tail, I step on your head
I take you on with my entire brigade
Everything you do gives me reasons, your mouths, condoms
Dig graves, load rifles, noted, beaten
Keep your rhymes, your words
You feel bad, you're on the lists
Black lists, plans, sketches
With you I think I'd give up

If you run, where will you go
We'll catch you, you don't listen to me
In a year, in a month
We'll be there with a bat in our hands
Snitches squeal, don't mind your father, mother
We come from the brigade, you're on the street
You'll find the soldiers, you'll find the army

Pragmatic style, charismatic
I represent the Dacia pio decimo
Bitza, practical for all didactic material
Error without connections, without pills or potions
From low-income housing with files, sketches, rollers, not limousines