Paroles et traduction Killa Fonic feat. O.G. EastBull, Super Ed & Nane - AKA

AKA

Am un stol, o mie ciori parc-avem aripi,
Deasupra lor survolăm ca zeii gri.
Am un stol, aka roi,
Aka glock, aka îngrop,
Aka o$od, aka o coc,
Aka am foc, aka am tot.
KILLA FONIC:
O 100 ciori, cioară pe bulevard,
Din cartier, cu Cartier pe mână.
Bling Bling când scot lama, feru',
M, ofiţeru', io sunt pioneru'!
Golan, golan ca în Angola îngrop,
Am boală, am boală pe ăia care-s soft.
Io de mic am înghiţit durere,
Dar n-ai idee cât mi-a dat PUTERE!
Veni vidi vici fato, eşti udă,
Io sunt drogu' tu eşti carne crudă,
Codeină nu bag, beau, fă!
Codeină sorb, nu beau, fă!
O zic pe fiecare piesă, ah
O ştie fi-ta, o ştie fi-tu, bai!
75 de kile la brigadă,
Clica arde ca glonţu' pă ţeavă.
SUPER ED:
100 ciori şi un corb, într-un întuneric orb, după bloc,
Pană Neagră Guţă scoate un foc,
Dă drumu' la drog, se împute totu'.
Aici una cu de toate, că la pachet vine DIICOTu'!
Şi să nu fie cu carne, că Progres mănâncă doar PĂ.
Şi să nu fie cu Arme, că Progres dă doar Trandafiri la P.
Tu de ce te miri? Când trebuie doar s-o admiri pă PĂ.
Tu de ce puţi? Când trebuie doar să o fuţi pă PĂ.
N-ai înţeles nimic din viaţă, precurvi-o-aş pă mă-ta cu tine dă faţă.
Suntem 100% din Navă.
Tu Lizuca miroşi a Dumbravă,
Tu, Hatere, eşti o epavaaaa
Cioceanu şi Berceni pă viaţă!
Am un stol, o mie ciori parc-avem aripi,
Deasupra lor survolăm ca zeii gri.
Am un stol, aka roi,
Aka glock, aka îngrop,
Aka o$od, aka o coc,
Aka am foc, aka am tot.
Bag, bag, bag, bag ca MIG-u',
Scuip flăcări, de nu mai simt frigu',
Ca dragonu', da' nu 47,
Fac zgomot în noapte!
Cu de toate, ca la Dristor,
Tot mă vezi, poţi să fii orb,
Tot m-auzi, poţi să fii surd,
Urechi virgine, le f*!
Mecle treze, eu le rup!
Mega high că vin de sub,
Târfo, ce zici?! Nu te-aud...
Sunt cu fraţii mei şi urc,
Nu mai e cale de-ntors,
Am venit ca să futem curentu',
Soundu' nostru dubios,
Pune perfieria în centru!
Sud-Hooop!
Osooood!
Pe treabă, tati!
Şi n-avem gratii!
AKA nu te fute, bre, cu clica, bro...
AKA n-ai cum să îmi simţi vreodată frica-n flow!
O. G. EASTBULL:
Frate, vin să fac scandal
Ştii cu flow-ul de golan,
Mă scuzaţi domn' ofiţer,
Nu vorbesc făr' avocat!
Pe loc repaos, stai culcat aici nu intraţi fără mandat, no
Fularul meu Hermes face cât ce ai în şifonier.
Îmbracat în alb într-un Mercedes negru,
Dacă fluier frate, coboară tot blocul!
Fraţii mei, vrem marfă, astupă vizoru', pregăteşte fieru'
Sunt golan pe viaţă, îmi iubesc familia,
O iubesc pe mama, îmi iubesc toţi fraţii,
Ai grijă cum o arzi, că te tai pe faţă!
Eşti o târfă zdreanţă, eşti o curvă proastă,
Nu vorbeşti în euro scuza-mă, pardon, hai marş acasa!

AKA

I got a flock, a thousand crows with wings it seems,
Above them all we soar like gods of grey schemes.
I got a flock, aka swarm,
Aka glock, aka bury the norm,
Aka hustle, aka cook it up raw,
Aka I'm fire, aka I got it all.
KILLA FONIC:
A hundred crows, crow strutting down the boulevard,
From the hood, with Cartier on my hand.
Bling Bling when I pull out the blade, iron,
Yo, officer, I'm the pioneer!
Gangsta, gangsta like in Angola I bury,
Got a sickness, a sickness for those who are soft, clearly.
Since I was young, I swallowed pain,
But you have no idea how much it gave me POWER to gain!
Veni vidi vici babe, you're wet,
I'm the drug, you're the raw flesh I get,
Codeine I don't inject, I sip, girl,
Codeine I savor, don't shoot up, girl.
I say it on every track, ah,
Your daughter knows it, your son knows it, yeah!
75 kilos at the station,
The crew burns like a bullet in the chamber, no hesitation.
SUPER ED:
100 crows and a raven, in a blind darkness, behind the block,
Black Feather Guta pulls out a spark,
Let the drugs flow, everything stinks.
Here's one with everything, 'cause DIICOT comes in the package, it clinks!
And don't let it be with meat, 'cause Progres only eats bread.
And don't let it be with Guns, 'cause Progres only gives Roses instead.
Why are you surprised? When you just have to admire her, bread.
Why do you stink? When you just have to screw her, bread.
You haven't understood anything in life, I'd pimp your mom with you face to face.
We are 100% from the Ship.
You, Lizuca, smell like Dumbrava's drip,
You, Hater, are a wreck, can't slip.
Cioceanu and Berceni for life, equip!
I got a flock, a thousand crows with wings it seems,
Above them all we soar like gods of grey schemes.
I got a flock, aka swarm,
Aka glock, aka bury the norm,
Aka hustle, aka cook it up raw,
Aka I'm fire, aka I got it all.
I go, go, go, like a MIG,
Spit flames, I don't feel the cold's dig,
Like a dragon, but not 47,
I make noise in the night, heaven sent.
With everything, like at Dristor,
You still see me, you can be blind, can't miss the core,
You still hear me, you can be deaf, can't resist the roar,
Virgin ears, I f*ck 'em raw!
Awake pussies, I tear 'em apart!
Mega high 'cause I come from below, a work of art,
Bitch, what you sayin?! Can't hear you, no start...
I'm with my brothers and I rise,
There's no turning back, look in my eyes,
We came to f*ck the current, no lies,
Our sound's dubious, a surprise,
Put the hookah in the center, mesmerize!
South-Hooop!
Osooood!
On the job, daddy!
And we have no bars, we're free, gladly!
AKA don't mess with the crew, bro...
AKA you can't feel my fear in the flow, yo!
O. G. EASTBULL:
Bro, I come to make a scene,
You know with the gangster flow, mean,
Excuse me, Mr. Officer, keen,
I don't talk without a lawyer, I glean!
Rest on the spot, stay down, don't enter without a warrant, no,
My Hermes scarf is worth more than what's in your closet, yo.
Dressed in white in a black Mercedes,
If I whistle, bro, the whole block descends, amazes!
My brothers, we want goods, cover the visor, prepare the iron,
I'm a gangster for life, I love my family, we flyin',
I love my mother, I love all my brothers, no denyin',
Be careful how you play it, 'cause you'll get cut on your face, cryin'!
You're a ragged bitch, you're a stupid whore,
You don't speak in euros, excuse me, pardon, get out the door!