Paroles et traduction Parazitii, Anonim & Spike - Maraton 20CM

Maraton 20CM

20 cm e numele
Incercati ce p**a mea sa ne cenzurati renumele
Sticla sus jointu sus curg rimele
Noi bem cantam si nu iertam c****e
Privesc din paralel stilu de viata rebel
Sunt coregrafu piticilor ce joaca pe cerebel
Posedat narcotic cant haotic
Orice p***a oftic dupa ce face botic
De mic iubesc des fizicul c***ei ma dedic
De mic adic nu mi-am tras caracteru la loz in plic
Strig preludiu ca ma frec cam ritmic zic
Esti umpic mai sic
Capra ne f***m domestic?
Scapat de sub control sunt nu cred in miracol
Cred in alcool macar ma face plin cand ma simt gol
Alerg sa inteleg in acest maraton
In care toata lumea vine dopata la microfon
Sunt un mare admirator fare
Dati-mi banii si dispar urmarit de 3 fanfare militare
Rog prostii sa ma inspire in continuare
Ca umor prostia poate fi pusa in valoare
Vorba mea cade greu eu cad in picioare
Sa ma-ntelegi n-ai nevoie de decodoare
Sunt acel oarecare care poate sa decalre
Sunt privit cu oroare si ascultat cu ardoare
Urat de impotenti pt ca sunt in stare
Dau tonu de dragu de a ma auzi in monitoare
Eu sunt eu toti se grabesc sa ma compare
Sunt util ca igrasia va las cu ochii-n soare
Am probleme de comunicare si-un cap tare
Dati-mi doua guri de t***a sa ma masoare
R: X2
Cuvintele pot fi ca un lifting pe viu cu cutteru
Pacientu meu un teanc de foi operat cu markeru
Fug in bezna cu jiunghiuri in glezna
N-am somn nu visez la bani pt ca nu dorm
Mentin un scop dau
Vietii peste bot vreau
Sa-mi cantati din clopot
Si tot ma f*t in el de horoscop
Sa-mi fac de cap ma pun in cap mi-ai sugerat
Acum imi fac de cap in capu tau tu ma s**i eronat
La rapa in camping de pe stanca te-mping
Dupa-o gura de rissling te-ncing ca la wrestling
20 cm parazitii anonim spike
Dam curs acestui cor semn de open mike
Prezint primu artist dupa ultima moda
Ultima voce aparuta in domeniu adica yo ba
Lasand impresia falsa ca n-am ce spune
Fac reclama mascata fara sa-mi dau numele
Nu rade te fac sa palngi ca sunt al dracului
Si simt femeia gonflabila sub amenintarea acului
Tristetea ta ma strange de p**a eu stig din tufis
Si mai fericit ba ca nu pot sa ma p*s
Spui cine sunt ce fac de ce te-am agresat
Sau ce motive as avea sa nu te plac
Insirand persoanele ce nu ma-nghit pe zeci de km
Masor succesu-n 20 cm
Printre alte mii de fapte
Platesc p***e-n rate
Cand te duci la vale
Eu sunt cel ce-ti sare-n spate-n
Piept trag imi sar in sus plamanii si dau sfoara-n
Tara sa se spanzure romanii
Am pt fiecare o capcana-ntinsa-n
Felul meu de-a fi sunt pervers ca limba-n
P***a-n graba prin difuzoare-n
Casa-ti intru-n cap te sparg-n
Jur sunt apt zilele noastre sa provoc dezastre
Va sting lumina si-mi bag p**a-n astrele voastre-n
Rest zambesc va infig direct in plex
Un cutit cu mesaju "va iubesc in cortex"
R: X2

20CM Marathon

20 cm is the name
Try to fucking censor our reputation, what the fuck
Bottle up, joint up, rhymes flowing
We drink, sing and don't forgive bitches
I observe from afar, the rebel lifestyle
I'm the choreographer of the dwarfs dancing on the cerebellum
Possessed by narcotics, I sing chaotically
Any pissed off dick after pouting
Since I was little, I love the physical, I dedicate myself to bitches
Since I was little, meaning I didn't draw my character in a lottery ticket
I shout prelude because I rub myself rhythmically, I say
You're a bit more chic
Bitch, shall we fuck domestically?
Out of control, I don't believe in miracles
I believe in alcohol, at least it makes me feel full when I'm empty
I run to understand in this marathon
Where everyone comes doped up to the microphone
I'm a big admirer, honey
Give me the money and I'll disappear, chased by 3 military brass bands
I ask fools to continue inspiring me
Because stupidity can be valued as humor
My words fall hard, I fall on my feet
You don't need decoders to understand me
I'm that someone who can declare
I'm looked upon with horror and listened to with ardor
Hated by the impotent because I'm able
I set the tone, honey, to be heard in monitors
I am me, everyone rushes to compare me
I'm useful like mold, I leave you with your eyes in the sun
I have communication problems and a hard head
Give me two mouths of pussy to measure me
Chorus: X2
Words can be like a live lift with a cutter
My patient, a stack of sheets operated on with a marker
I run in the darkness with stitches in my ankle
I don't sleep, I don't dream of money because I don't sleep
I maintain a purpose, I give
Life a punch in the face, I want
You to sing to me from the bell
And I still fuck the horoscope
To go crazy, I put myself in charge, you suggested
Now I go crazy in your head, you suck me wrong
Down the cliff in the campsite, I push you from the rock
After a sip of Riesling, I turn you on like wrestling
20 cm, Parazitii, Anonim, Spike
We give way to this chorus, a sign of open mic
I present the first artist according to the latest fashion
The latest voice that appeared in the field, that is, yo, babe
Leaving the false impression that I have nothing to say
I do hidden advertising without giving my name
Don't laugh, I'll make you cry because I'm the devil's
And I feel the inflatable woman under the threat of the needle
Your sadness grabs my dick, I yell from the bush
And even happier, babe, that I can't piss
You say who I am, what I do, why I attacked you
Or what reasons I would have not to like you
Listing the people who can't stand me for tens of km
I measure success in 20 cm
Among thousands of other deeds
I pay for bitches in installments
When you go downhill
I'm the one who jumps on your back, in the
Chest, I pull, my lungs jump up and I give the rope in the
Country for the Romanians to hang themselves
I have a trap set for each one
My way of being, I'm perverse like the tongue in the
Pussy in a hurry through the speakers in the
House, I enter your head, I break you in
I swear, I'm able to cause disasters these days
I turn off your light and stick my dick in your stars in the
Rest, I smile, I stick you directly in the plexus
A knife with the message "I love you in the cortex"
Chorus: X2