Paroles et traduction Satra B.E.N.Z. feat. Ian - Bank

Bank

Facem bank
Conduc o capitala alerg
Unii ma masoara dupa dialect si judeca doar dupa aspect
Mare ca tare ca taie ca foarfeca dupa dau flex
Merg la date fac sex
Banii fac haos n-au sens
Baga bani baga bani n-am timp d-amenzi
Baga vorbe-n vant da stiu blafezi

Eu și lumea mea fumăm mult de tot
N-am stele pe cer, am stele în scrot
Fac copii vedete la mame din bloc
Aud ecou de DIICOT in Iphone
Nu că aș vinde, da′ eu sunt un drog
Ultimul drog ca Salvador
Subestimat încă de minor
Că-s prea așa, că-s prea color
Ca pula mea, că gura lor
Că-s prea băiat eu uneori
Ei prea lachei, prea servitori
Mă prea vorbești tu fară noi
Muncim la Muncii, în Timpuri Noi
Prin Berceni pe skate dus
Cartofi prăjiți, sos andaluz
Fac bank, fac ING și Revolut și Apple
Pay pe morții tei
Cont de Bitcoin și cont de lei
Și ea suge pula pe banii ei
Și tu sugi pula, de ce nu recunoști?
Că noi am facut căcatul ăsta când n-a fost
S.E.F.

Merit o mărire de salariu
S' Great White, pentru mine, trapu-i un acvariu
Râd și mă piș pe orice comentariu
Poa′ să-și facă fiecare câte un scenariu
Fac mare BANK pe oglindă
Trag de pe curu' pizdei, intru-n pizdă
Toată lumea știe, UNCHIU reprezintă
Fut cea mai șmecheră corporatistă
Bagabont genial cu zâmbet de revistă
Bag pula-n standarde, Șatra anarhistă
Regină, Burebistă, legendă pe pistă
Aleargă pentru maraton, nu pentru o cursă tristă
Vălelei, UNCHIULE, supradoze, ODeBe
Foițe, Legalizè, tot de la ei și filtre
Olelè olelè, rest in peace, ODeBe
Olelè olelè, rest in peace, Kurt CoBank

Bun venit in Ratatonia
Un fel da evul mediu gen Ducatu de Saxonia
Bucuresti-capitala minciunii-industria pulii-vezi copile
Daca tragi o basina aici pana la colt te-ai cacat pe tine
Bagabont cu 12 clase, trapper ce plateste taxe
La ultimu contract semnat, schimbat vreo 23 de clauze
Vezi tu io nu stau la vrajeala
Nu-i vad rostu timpu-i scurt si scump, cioara
Esti prost fiindca pui botu la cardeala
Unde-i drog si-alcool e multa prajeala
Zi ma mancati-as, de ce furi curent?
Nu cumva fiindca esti incompetent?
Ura si banu Separa
Sapa ca sarea pa rana
Stii c-aparentele-nsala
Scapa-te odata de boala
Nu ma judeca ca-ti dau picioru' ca la polo, si
Nu mai vorbi daca nu ai fost acolo

Bank

We're making bank
I'm driving a capital, I'm running
Some measure me by my dialect and judge only by my appearance
Big as tough as cutting like scissors after I flex
I go on dates, I have sex
Money makes chaos, it makes no sense
Put money in, put money in, I don't have time for fines
Put words in the wind, yeah I know you're bluffing

Me and my world smoke a lot
I don't have stars in the sky, I have stars in my scrotum
I make celebrity kids for mothers in the block
I hear DIICOT echo in my Iphone
Not that I would sell, but I'm a drug
The last drug like Salvador
Underestimated since I was a minor
That I'm too much like this, that I'm too colorful
Like my dick, like their mouth
That I'm too much of a boy sometimes
They're too much of a lackey, too much of a servant
You talk too much without us
We work at Muncii, in Timpuri Noi
Through Berceni on a skateboard
French fries, Andalusian sauce
I make bank, I make ING and Revolut and Apple
Pay on the dead linden trees
Bitcoin account and lei account
And she sucks dick for her own money
And you suck dick, why don't you admit it?
Cause we made this shit when it wasn't there
C.E.O.

I deserve a raise
It's Great White, for me, trap is an aquarium
I laugh and piss on any comment
Everyone can make their own scenario
I make big BANK on the mirror
I pull from the bitch's ass, I enter the bitch
Everybody knows, UNCLE represents
I fuck the hottest corporate girl
Brilliant vagabond with a magazine smile
I put my dick in the standards, anarchist Șatra
Queen, Burebista, legend on the track
She runs for a marathon, not for a sad race
Oh my God, UNCLE, overdoses, ODeBe
Rolling papers, Legalize, all from them and filters
Olelè olelè, rest in peace, ODeBe
Olelè olelè, rest in peace, Kurt CoBank

Welcome to Ratatonia
A kind of middle ages like the Duchy of Saxony
Bucharest-the capital of lies-the dick industry-see child
If you fart here, you'll shit yourself by the corner
Vagabond with 12 grades, trapper who pays taxes
At the last contract signed, changed about 23 clauses
You see, I don't stand for bullshit
I don't see the point, time is short and expensive, crow
You're stupid because you're falling for the bullshit
Where there's drugs and alcohol, there's a lot of hype
Say, eat me, why are you stealing electricity?
Isn't it because you're incompetent?
Hate and doubt Separates
Digs like salt on the wound
You know appearances are deceiving
Get rid of the disease once and for all
Don't judge me, I'll kick you like in polo, and
Don't talk if you haven't been there