Paroles et traduction Satra B.E.N.Z. feat. Golani - Carabinieri

Carabinieri

Pun ochelarii mei, Gianfranco Ferre, da
Cand eu-s in cartier, nimeni nu indrazneste sa deschida gura
Zdreanta ta ma place, garda ma cunoaste, n-are ce sa-mi faca
Poa' sa-mi suga p, n-am nimic in casa, nu
Daca fratii mei n-au incredere, s-ar putea sa traga, yeah
Ca ce facem noi, ia vezi, look-uri, firme, asa, mai bine taci
Alo, stai, ba, c, hai, fi baiat destept
Nu vorbesti de bani, deci nu misc un deget, nu
Vorbeste frumos, las-o moale, incet
Prea mananci c, vezi sa nu te inneci
Hai, pofta buna, sa nu-ti ramana-n gat flowul meu
Ca tot ce ating frate, vinu-i aur
Pregateste fierul, frate, ca la noapte merg sa-i caut

Am fost plecat, dar vin acasa
Sunt golan de prima clasa
Scena trap stii ca-i a noastra
Pune banii pe masa, marfa jos, suma grasa
Cumpara, taie, vinde, stii ca garda nu ne prinde, ba
Cumpara, taie, vinde, stii ca garda nu ne prinde
Cumpara, taie, vinde, stii ca garda nu ne prinde, ba
Cumpara, taie, vinde, stii ca garda nu ne prinde
Sunt golan de strada, nu vezi?
Sunt golan de strada, nu vezi?
Sunt golan de strada, nu vezi?
Sunt golan de strada, nu vezi?

Dacule, suna-l mancati-as pe Luca sa vina cu Satra ca acuma dam pe ei

Nu mai dau bile din 2012, da-s afiliat cu cliqua GOLANI, fa
Satra Benzito, Romania, Italia, banii se dubleaza la ei si la noi
Doua familii, bagabonti loiali
Imi bag p-n zdup, nu bag marfa pe gat
Pistolu-l fac, iti bag terori de golani (?)
Oh no, no, nu, stii ca esti in top
Grrah, grrah, grrah, felul de golani, stii ca esti pa
Prr, prr, prrrr, Satra Benzito, toata banda, fra
Yeah, yeah, yeah, me carabinierii, garda, cioara

Si tarfele astea se uda diseara

Oh, OG, mi sa che che siano capito di cosa si tratta frate mi sa che un attimo di sfiga stamattina
Ti va

Iar ma deranjezi, futu-ti m-tii, cand vad cum comentezi
Am invatat ca baietii true sunt acolo si cand nu-i vezi
Daca vrei sa ne intalnim, vezi ca m-am batut rar
Dar cand am facut-o, in mortii lor, i-am trosnit exemplar
Cu fratimi-o Killa prin '98 cand ascultam "De Cartier"
Am mers cu tiganii la razboi, topoare reci, d-alea de fier
Si aveam 13 ani, coite, stiu saraci, dar si cu fite
Vrei s-o dam si stiu de ce, cu aia tari toti vor sa-ncerce

Vattene a fanculo va

Atata dai, atata primesti
Nu conteaza de-unde vii sau cine esti
Suntem toti egali in fata Domnului
Voi sunteti toti egali in fata drogului
Actiune ca in filme, ma, sa-nceapa drama
Fumez un blunt in timp ce ma tatueaza Hannah
Sunt atent, stochez informatia, intensitatea actiunii
Arta reflecta realitatea
Eu merg dupa reguli, g-yeah, ca eu fac bine
Deci nu ma fute la cap si nu ma face s-apelez la principii
Intinde-o ca Visana ca te scuip ca llama
Te dezbrac de valori ca pe Rosia Montana

Saruta-mi frantuzeste capul p, javra
Guta Bercenaru-n golaneala aia grava
Dacule, vino, coite, aicea pan' la nava
Ia peretele cu plasma sa dam pe ei, ei
Plow, plow, plow, mr
Fuge gandacii astia ca de Raid
Eu sunt deasupra, atat de high
Cu OG Eastbull, fumam niste sky
Ai bani la tine? Azi nu mai ai
Wait, wait, wait, vine politia, in pa mea
Intri-n plasa ca Dobrin, inaltimea sa
Cu Satra Benzema, rrr, gol, me

Carabinieri

I put on my Gianfranco Ferre glasses, yeah
When I'm in the hood, nobody dares to open their mouth
Your girl likes me, the cops know me, they can't do anything to me
She can suck my d*ck, I got nothing in the house, nah
If my brothers don't trust, they might pull the trigger, yeah
'Cause what we do, you see, looks, brands, like that, you better shut up
Yo, hold up, hey, c'mon, be a smart boy
You don't talk about money, so I don't move a finger, no
Talk nice, take it easy, slow
You eat too much sh*t, don't choke on it
C'mon, good appetite, don't let my flow get stuck in your throat
'Cause everything I touch, brother, turns to gold
Get the iron ready, brother, 'cause tonight I'm going to hunt them down

I was gone, but I'm coming home
I'm a first class hustler
You know the trap scene is ours
Put the money on the table, goods down, fat sum
Buy, cut, sell, you know the cops can't catch us, yo
Buy, cut, sell, you know the cops can't catch us
Buy, cut, sell, you know the cops can't catch us, yo
Buy, cut, sell, you know the cops can't catch us
I'm a street hustler, don't you see?
I'm a street hustler, don't you see?
I'm a street hustler, don't you see?
I'm a street hustler, don't you see?

Dacule, hit him up, I would eat Luca to come with Satra because now we are hitting them

I don't give a f*ck since 2012, but I'm affiliated with the GOLANI clique, man
Satra Benzito, Romania, Italy, the money doubles with them and us
Two families, loyal thugs
I don't give a f*ck, I don't swallow drugs
I make the gun, I put hustler terrors on you (?)
Oh no, no, no, you know you're on top
Grrah, grrah, grrah, the hustler type, you know you're done
Prr, prr, prrrr, Satra Benzito, the whole gang, bro
Yeah, yeah, yeah, me carabinieri, cops, b*tch

And these hoes are getting wet tonight

Oh, OG, I said che che siano capito di cosa si tratta bro I said che a little bit of bad luck this morning
You want

You're bothering me again, f*ck your mother, when I see how you comment
I learned that true boys are there even when you don't see them
If you want to meet, you see that I rarely fought
But when I did, I crushed them exemplary, on their mothers
With my brothers, a Killa in '98 when we listened to "De Cartier"
I went to war with the gypsies, cold axes, those made of iron
And I was 13 years old, chicks, I know poor, but also with style
You want to go for it and I know why, everyone wants to try with the strong ones

Vattene a fanculo va

You get what you give
It doesn't matter where you come from or who you are
We are all equal in the eyes of God
You are all equal in the face of drugs
Action like in movies, man, let the drama begin
I smoke a blunt while Hannah tattoos me
I'm paying attention, storing information, the intensity of the action
Art reflects reality
I go by the rules, g-yeah, 'cause I do good
So don't f*ck with my head and don't make me resort to principles
Stretch it like Visana 'cause I'll spit on you like a llama
I strip you of values like Rosia Montana

Kiss my head french style, you b*tch
Guta Bercenaru in that serious thug life
Dacule, come on, chicks, here by the ship
Take the wall with the plasma, let's hit them, yo
Plow, plow, plow, mr
These cockroaches run like from Raid
I am above, so high
With OG Eastbull, we smoke some sky
You got money on you? You don't have it anymore
Wait, wait, wait, the police is coming, on my way
You get caught like Dobrin, his height
With Satra Benzema, rrr, goal, me