Paroles et traduction Satra B.E.N.Z. - 24

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Sapte zile douazeci si patru de ore miscam grame mami
Satra umbla dupa bani Satra nu pleaca la nani
Sapte zile douazeci si patru de ore miscam grame mami
Satra umbla dupa bani Satra nu pleaca la nani

Ay toti vor bani dar nu fac nimic pentru ei
Zic: Ay am cunoscut d-astia sute din toti anii mei
Zic: Ay in care munceam doispe ore pe zi pe patruzeci de iepuroi
Ay Nu mai stiam nici de capul meu dar sa ma gandesc la voi
Ay unde pula mea-i talentul despre care dai cu ciocu'
Daca din ce scoti tu nu prinde nimic
Ca Nosfe Benzu baga douazeci si cinci de ore si simte ca nu face nimic
Yep si cand il apuca somnul doarme patru ore si dupa asta se simte cel mai odihnit
Yep gata de rachete d-alea de studio in care zboara cu Satra universala universul infinit
Infinit vreau bani la infinit banii pe repeat
Cine-i pe repeat Benzu-i pe repeat Benzu
Benzu-i pe repeat Benzu-i pe repeat Benzu
Benzu-i pe repeat Benzu-i pe repeat ia zi
Ce rost am mai avea noi daca n-ar mai exista restul
Ce rost ar avea intregul daca n-ar mai rezista resturi
Nu-i usor sa fi ca noi daca te aplici inveti tu
Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu rap

Imi numar banii si se aude:
Fas fas fas fas fas fas fas fas fas fas (Cat de mult)
Stai ca mai am cate ceva in buzunarul din stanga:
Fas fas fas fas fas fas fas fas (Cat de mult)
Si astia-s doar banii pe tricouri
Si mai sunt si banii pe showuri
Ca javra de Guta nu-i rapper ca canta cu Benzu la mana
In tablouri: Hau yeah! Zece bete de fiecare nu
Ia zi ia zi ce faci zi de zi
Noi douazeci si patru/sapte paru sute douazeci si douazeci de mii ha
Douazeci de mii douazeci de mii am zis douazeci de mii
Si Satra n-are peste-un an nicio zi
Dar vin ca la Iisus la noi copii
Copii copii copii copii ce sa copii
Ca noi suntem daruiti de sus ca popii
Si tu te simti terminat done ca popii
Sa fluiere Lama sa vina ciocniri
Sa-i ingroape pe astia sa-i ingroape pe astia mama
Cum l-au ingropat pe Guta in piesa lui Lama

Sapte zile douazeci si patru de ore miscam grame mami
Satra umbla dupa bani Satra nu pleaca la nani
Sapte zile douazeci si patru de ore miscam grame mami
Satra umbla dupa bani Satra nu pleaca la nani

Inainte stateam si frecam pula maraton
Douazeci si patru din douazeci si patru seriale si popcorn
Mm coaie faceam nimic nada o laie
Singurul tron pe care ma asezam era ala din baie
Ma minteam ca sunt miezul ca dreg eu ca fac
In cacat eram doar un copil figurant
Rasfatat arogant prea muist stateam spart
Toata ziua pe banii lui Monica defapt
Pana intr-o zi cand m-am trezit si am dat cu pumnu-n masa
Bagami-as pula-n mortii tai de cioara proasta
Te-ai nascut talent dar o sa mori speranta
Treci in pula mea la munca sau jet in pula mea acasa
And now I'm just slaying I'm the ish in this game
Working all day not playing not flexing just saying

Sapte zile douazeci si patru de ore miscam grame mami
Satra umbla dupa bani Satra nu pleaca la nani
Sapte zile douazeci si patru de ore miscam grame mami
Satra umbla dupa bani Satra nu pleaca la nani

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Seven days, twenty-four hours a day, I'm moving grams, baby
Satra's after money, Satra doesn't go to sleep
Seven days, twenty-four hours a day, I'm moving grams, baby
Satra's after money, Satra doesn't go to sleep

Ay, everybody wants money, but they don't do anything for it
I say: Ay, I've known hundreds of these guys in all my years
I say: Ay, when I was working 12 hours a day on forty rabbits
Ay, I didn't even know what I was doing anymore, let alone thinking about you
Ay, where the fuck is the talent you're talking about
If nothing you put out catches on
Like Nosfe, Benzu puts in twenty-five hours and feels like he's not doing anything
Yep, and when he gets sleepy, he sleeps for four hours and after that he feels the most rested
Yep, ready for those studio rockets where he flies with Satra Universal, the infinite universe
Infinite, I want money to infinity, money on repeat
Who's on repeat? Benzu's on repeat, Benzu
Benzu's on repeat, Benzu's on repeat, Benzu
Benzu's on repeat, Benzu's on repeat, come on, say it
What would be the point of us if the rest didn't exist anymore
What would be the point of the whole if the scraps didn't resist
It's not easy to be like us, if you apply yourself, you'll learn
Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu Benzu rap

I'm counting my money and it sounds like:
Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish (So much)
Hold on, I still have some in my left pocket:
Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish (So much)
And this is just the money from the t-shirts
And then there's the money from the shows
That mutt Guta is not a rapper 'cause he's singing with Benzu on his side
In paintings: Woof yeah! Ten sticks each, no
Come on, say it, say it, what do you do every day
We're twenty-four/seven, bro, two hundred and twenty thousand ha
Twenty thousand, twenty thousand, I said twenty thousand
And Satra doesn't have a single day off in over a year
But children come to us like Jesus
Children, children, children, children, what about children
Because we are gifted from above like priests
And you feel finished, done, like priests
Lama's flute, let the clashes come
Let them bury these guys, let them bury these guys, mama
Like they buried Guta in Lama's song

Seven days, twenty-four hours a day, I'm moving grams, baby
Satra's after money, Satra doesn't go to sleep
Seven days, twenty-four hours a day, I'm moving grams, baby
Satra's after money, Satra doesn't go to sleep

Before, I used to sit and jerk off, marathon style
Twenty-four out of twenty-four, TV series and popcorn
Mm, dude, we were doing nothing, nada, a whole lot of nothing
The only throne I sat on was the one in the bathroom
I was lying to myself that I was the core, that I was fixing things, that I was doing things
In reality, I was just a spoiled child, an extra
Spoiled, arrogant, too cool, I was high
All day on Monica's money, actually
Until one day when I woke up and slammed my fist on the table
I swear to your fucking dead bad crow
You were born talented, but you'll die hopeless
Get to work or get the fuck out of my house
And now I'm just slaying, I'm the shit in this game
Working all day, not playing, not flexing, just saying

Seven days, twenty-four hours a day, I'm moving grams, baby
Satra's after money, Satra doesn't go to sleep
Seven days, twenty-four hours a day, I'm moving grams, baby
Satra's after money, Satra doesn't go to sleep