Paroles et traduction Satra B.E.N.Z. feat. Triss - Vise de Peste

Vise de Peste

Am vise de peste
Sa fac bani cu piese
D-astea de se simt ca
Pizda in ureche

(Uh-uh-uh-uh)
Am vise de peste
Sa fac bani cu piese
D-astea de se simt ca
Pizda in ureche
Bagaboantele-le, trapperistele-le
Iti fac banii sa zboare din portofele
Am vise de peste, de aur
Nu doar trei, pui dorinte fara numar, fara numar
Fara numar, numar, numar

(Guta Solo, Yeung ca Bolo, ha-ha)
Sexi lexic, mi-aplic
Varful limbii-n lindic
Ca mi-a placut sa iubesc
Pizda de cand eram mic
Bagam muzica cu beat la mic, la mic-de-jun
La pranz, la paine si circ, freak, a?
Drogurile noastre poate
Vor fi legale vreodata
Vino-ncoa sa-ti dau o fata
O grecoaica, o evreica, o tiganca
(O, mama)

(Killa Fonic, Killa House Klan, woh)
Patru bagabonti in strada
Stiu deja ca tu-i vrei, fa
Fac umpic de panarama si-o trimit la munca, bruh
N-am swag ca sunt mahalar
Tu ai treaba azi, dar e leafa mea
Si din leafa mea ia umpic si ea
Daca nu ma crezi, intreaba-ti tarfa
Urc-o-n masina, fra
Stie cum sa te faca ea
Lin, lin, agale, cum se clatina masina
Dai tot salariul ca porcu, nu te saturi, no, no, no, no
Esti in cartier, inconjurat de tarfe sumbre si bagabonti

(Uh-uh-uh-uh)
Am vise de peste
Sa fac bani cu piese
D-astea de se simt ca
Pizda in ureche
Bagaboantele-le, trapperistele-le
Iti fac banii sa zboare din portofele
Am vise de peste, de aur
Nu doar trei, pui dorinte fara numar, fara numar
Fara numar, numar, numar

Edward Scissorhands
I don't make new friends
Da-mi niste bani daca vrei sa te ascult
Apoi te rog sa imi spui thanks
Fata face treaba, no hands
Daca pui mana atunci e hands
Vreau Mercs Benz sa fug tare
Forrest Gump, Top Edge
Ha, cheltuie banii, fa si mai multi
Tu ii faci, tu ii futi
Ai vazut oameni sa planga de faptul ca sunt prea multi?
Si sa fii trist cu bani e oricum mai bine decat fara ei
Ca la noi in jungla regii sunt alt gen de lei

(Hu, ha, he, hu, ha, uh)
Dau cu dume pana te loveste coma
Pace pentru toti tiganii mei din Fantoma
Pula ca roca, crescut in locul
Cu cea mai mare distributie de carne vie din Europa
De-aia am stofa de peste, traiti-ar ma-ta
O simti si tu, o simte strofa
Auzi tupeu, "Cum te cheama?" m-a intrebat una
I-am zis eu sunt Dracula, eu sug sange tu sugi (--la)

Am vise de peste
Sa fac bani cu piese
D-astea de se simt ca
Pizda (in ureche
Bagaboantele-le, trapperistele-le
Iti fac banii sa zboare din portofele
Am vise de peste, de aur
Nu doar trei, pui dorinte fara numar, fara numar
Fara numar, numar, numar)

Dreams of Plague

I have dreams of plague
To make money with tracks
Of that sort that feel like
C--- in the ear

(Uh-uh-uh-uh)
I have dreams of plague
To make money with tracks
Of that sort that feel like
C--- in the ear
The sluts, the trapper girls
Make your money fly out of your wallets
I have dreams of plague, of gold
Not just three, make wishes without limit, without limit
Without limit, limit, limit

(Guta Solo, Yeung ca Bolo, ha-ha)
Sexy lexicon, I apply it
The tip of my tongue in lindic
Because I liked to love
C--- since I was little
We would put on music with a beat for breakfast, breakfast
For lunch, at bread and circuses, freak, huh?
Our drugs perhaps
Will maybe be legal someday
Come here, I'll give you a face
A Greek girl, a Jewish girl, a gypsy
(Oh, mama)

(Killa Fonic, Killa House Klan, woh)
Four hooligans in the street
I already know that you want them, girl
I'll cause a little trouble and send her to work, bruh
I've no swag because I'm a street rat
You've got some work today, but it's my payday
And out of my payday, she takes a little too
If you don't believe me, ask your h--
I'll take her in the car, bro
She knows how to do it, baby
Smooth, smooth, gently, the way the car rocks
You hand over your whole paycheck like a pig, you can't get enough, no, no, no, no
You're in the neighborhood, surrounded by gloomy sluts and hooligans

(Uh-uh-uh-uh)
I have dreams of plague
To make money with tracks
Of that sort that feel like
C--- in the ear
The sluts, the trapper girls
Make your money fly out of your wallets
I have dreams of plague, of gold
Not just three, make wishes without limit, without limit
Without limit, limit, limit

Edward Scissorhands
I don't make new friends
Give me some money if you want me to listen to you
Then please tell me thanks
The girl does a good job, no hands
If you put your hand on her, then it's hands
I want a Mercedes Benz to drive fast
Forrest Gump, Top Edge
Ha, spend the money, make even more
You make it, you f--- it
Have you ever seen people cry because there are too many of them?
And being sad with money is way better than without any
Because in our jungle, the kings are a different kind of lions

(Hu, ha, he, hu, ha, uh)
I throw down words until you hit a coma
Peace to all my gypsies in Fantoma
D--- like a rock, grew up in the place
With the biggest distribution of live meat in Europe
That's why I've got the stuff of plague, may your mother live
You feel it too, you feel the verse
Listen to the nerve, "What's your name?" one of them asked me
I told her I'm Dracula, I suck blood, you suck (--sy)

I have dreams of plague
To make money with tracks
Of that sort that feel like
C--- (in the ear
The sluts, the trapper girls
Make your money fly out of your wallets
I have dreams of plague, of gold
Not just three, make wishes without limit, without limit
Without limit, limit, limit)