Doamne - ThisIsSkunk traduction en anglais

Doamne

Ma cheama strada,ma cheama orasu
Cartier la mana mi se zice nasu
In noapte lovesc eu sunt aracasu
Iti iau si bani iti iau si glasu

Sunt bipolar nu ma enerva
Nu accept scuze in pula mea
Vrei o tarfa 2 da bani in-coa
Cristal sau iarba sloboz in ea

Da-le sa sara ca ai valoare
Fraieri te vad stau in piciaore
Nu misca ca pica legea de strada
Au vedetisme dar pica prada

Haladit ca-s haladit
Da nesimtit nu-s nesimtit
Ma cheama strada vin ca un tanc
Faceti loc ca intra Skunk

Doamne Doamne Doamne
Cand orasu' doarme
Am droguri in ghiozdane
Multa marfa coane

Doamne Doamne Doamne
Cand orasu' doarme
Am droguri in ghiozdane
Multa marfa coane

Iarba ceck, marfa ceck
Pizda ma suna ca vrea un Pateck
Am capital ii dau de toate
Vrea silicoate,buze tunate

Vacante prin San Tropez
Ca sa moare fetele
Imbracata doar in lux
Asta-i pizda de produs

Cand intru in ea imi zice tati
Mai bag odata haide papy
Cand intru in ea imi zice tati
Mai bag odata haide papy

Doamne Doamne Doamne
Cand orasu' doarme
Am droguri in ghiozdane
Multa marfa coane

Doamne Doamne Doamne
Cand orasu' doarme
Am droguri in ghiozdane
Multa marfa coane

Lord

The street calls me, the city calls me
In the hood, they call me the boss
I strike at night, I'm the hurricane
I'll take your money, I'll take your voice

I'm bipolar, don't piss me off
I don't accept apologies, fuck that
You want a whore? Give me the cash
Crystal or weed, I'll indulge her

Let them jump, you're valuable
Fools see you, they stand in awe
Don't move, the street law will fall
They act tough, but they become prey

Thug life, that's me
But disrespectful? I'm not
The street calls me, I come like a tank
Make way, Skunk is coming through

Lord, Lord, Lord
When the city sleeps
I have drugs in my backpack
Lots of goods, man

Lord, Lord, Lord
When the city sleeps
I have drugs in my backpack
Lots of goods, man

Weed check, goods check
The bitch calls me, she wants a Patek
I have capital, I give her everything
She wants silicone, plumped lips

Vacations in Saint-Tropez
To make the girls die of envy
Dressed only in luxury
That's a high-class bitch

When I'm inside her, she calls me daddy
Do it again, come on, daddy
When I'm inside her, she calls me daddy
Do it again, come on, daddy

Lord, Lord, Lord
When the city sleeps
I have drugs in my backpack
Lots of goods, man

Lord, Lord, Lord
When the city sleeps
I have drugs in my backpack
Lots of goods, man