Paroles et traduction Paraziții - Cum Se Face

Cum Se Face

Drace! Cum pla mea se face
Taranii vor sa. mbarace. doar Gucci si Versace
Futu-va-n gura, Drace!
Cum pla mea se face
Taranii vor sa. mbarace. doar Gucci si Versace
Futu-va-n gura
Curvele, nene, le curge mult prin vene
Disperate de lovele le vezi prin cartiere
Nu stiu limba romana, se tarasc prin tarana
Cu taranu' clasic brat la brat sau de mana
Trage buza peste dinti, fraiere!
C-am avut pizde ca aia, deci muie, bai!
Te-am vazut la disco esti mistoo, bine. nteles
Cautai punctul G pe GPS.
Cand aia e la bara, te faci foc si para
Blocu' ptr tine e un sac pe verticala
Mergi la sala ca un prost, fara rost
Hugo Boss nu stie ca. mbraca un prost
Cand lasi geamu' jos, bai, ai grija ce zici
Ca te zbor din X5 inapoi in opinci.
Drace! Cum pula mea se face
Taranii vor sa. mbarace. doar Gucci si Versace
Futu-va-n gura, Drace!
Cum pla mea se face
Taranii vor sa. mbarace. doar Gucci si Versace
Futu-va-n gura
Ai bani doar de. o bere
Ai dat o viata cu grebla
O arzi prin cafenele ai ceasul cit conserva
Ti-ai luat tricou mulat pe cateva zeci de leva
Eu mi-am luat o bata sa te colorez ca zebra
Pe pizda ta cu fitse care sparge seminte
Aseara cu o vodka am tras. o 30 de ţâţe
Te batai pe house nasol
Te prefaci ca bei si porti gentuta
Ba puta, esti gay?
Cu ochelarii pe cap, in buzunar niciun shfantz
Camasa descheiata, sa vada lumea ca. i lant
Telefonu' la ureche, rezemat de masina
Te prefaci ca vrei sa pleci, ca pu' la benzina
Ai foamea'n retina, hai coae, nu pleci?
Ca tona aia de parfum nu-ti face buletin de Bucuresti
Drace! Cum pla mea se face
Taranii vor sa. mbarace. doar Gucci si Versace
Fwtu'va'n gura, Drace!
Cum pla mea se face
Taranii vor sa. mbarace. doar Gucci si Versace
Fwtu'va'n gura

How It's Done

Damn! How the hell is it done
The country bumpkins want to dress up in only Gucci and Versace
Screw you!
How the hell is it done
The country bumpkins want to dress up in only Gucci and Versace
Screw you
The sluts, baby, they've got money running through their veins
Desperate for love, you see them in the neighborhoods
They don't know Romanian, they crawl in the dirt
With the typical country bumpkin, arm in arm or hand in hand
Cover your lips with your teeth, you loser!
Because I've had cunts like that, so shut up, girl!
I saw you at the disco, you're cool, I see
You were looking for the G-spot on GPS.
When she's at the bar, you're on fire
The apartment building for you is a vertical bag
You go to the gym like an idiot, for no reason
Hugo Boss doesn't know that they're dressing an idiot
When you roll down the window, be careful what you say
Because I'll throw you out of the X5 and back into your peasant shoes.
Damn! How the hell is it done
The country bumpkins want to dress up in only Gucci and Versace
Screw you!
How the hell is it done
The country bumpkins want to dress up in only Gucci and Versace
Screw you
You only have money for a beer
You've spent your whole life toiling
You sit in coffee shops with a watch the size of a can
You bought a tight-fitting shirt for a few dozen euros
I bought a club to color you like a zebra
On your pretentious twat who cracks sunflower seeds
Last night I had a vodka, I pulled a 30 of titties
You fight on house music, it's bad
You pretend to drink and carry a purse
Hey, are you gay?
With glasses on your head, not a dime in your pocket
Shirt unbuttoned, so people can see your chain
Phone to your ear, leaning against your car
You pretend you want to leave, that you're running out of gas
You're starving, aren't you? You're not leaving?
Because that ton of perfume won't get you a Bucharest ID card
Damn! How the hell is it done
The country bumpkins want to dress up in only Gucci and Versace
Screw you!
How the hell is it done
The country bumpkins want to dress up in only Gucci and Versace
Screw you