Текст и перевод песни Alan - 1 Mili

1 Mili

Bum bum bum, n-am venit acum sa critic
Da′ parca s-a-ntalnit hotu' cu prostu′, ca la miting
Cand scoti ceva nou, vii cu tam-tam prin oras
Da' arata de parca baga marfa noua la SH

Eu nu seman cu nimeni, poti sa zici ca nici cu mine
Io si cand gresesc o fac super-super bine
Vad tot felu' de copii, mai au un pic si zic
Da si mie flow-u′ tau sa il port in clip

Din patru someri, unu sigur tre′ sa cante
E vorba de ce simti iar eu simt ca mi se rupe
Hip hop-u' e la moda de cand Groza era mica
De pe vremea cand Elvis fura de la Banica

Ce te-nvata muzica, nu te-nvata acasa
Ciordeala nu e buna, da′ e sanatoasa
Apar mereu brigazi, tu te-ntrebi de ce dispar
Pai ca se ard intre ei in ultimu hal doar.

Sa faca un mili, mili-mili-milion.
Mili-mili, mili-mili-milion.

E timpu s-apar sa spun ca vad ca treaba nu prea se pupa
Vor viata de boss ca Hugo da' banii-i pun pe toti pe fuga
Dac-apar pe rap o dau sa rupa, stiu c-o s-o fac si-n viata de dupa
Aici vorbele mele sunt grele pe bune si nimeni nu poa′sa le duca, da'

Uite-te acum nu te panica, poate ca tu ai doar bani in cap
Volumu la blana la party ca orice roman nu panglicar
Vrei lux in club la fite cu pipite, ce frumos
Degeaba ai parfumuri scumpe ca tu tot mirosi a prost

Bum bum, yeah, n-ai auzit asa ceva
Nu-ti place piesa mea, da′ dai din cap pe ea
Nu-ti place piesa mea, da' ai fi vrut sa fie a ta
Era mai tare piesa mea daca era a ta, ah

Fac cat un mili, io nu-s doar one in a mili
De fapt, te fac din vorbe de vorbesti singur ca Siri
Cand ii vad pe unii pe TV cum fac circ
Ma fac sa cred c-ar vinde tot de la frati la rinichi doar.

Sa faca un mili, mili-mili-milion.
Mili-mili, mili-mili-milion...

1 Mili

Boom boom boom, I'm not here to criticize now
It's like the thief met the fool, like at a rally
When you release something new, you come to town with a bang
But it looks like you're putting new stuff on at a second-hand store

I'm not like anyone else, you could say not even like myself
Even when I make a mistake, I do it super-super well
I see all sorts of kids, they almost say
And let me share your flow in a music video

Out of four unemployed, one has to sing
It's about what you feel, and I feel like I'm breaking up
Hip hop has been fashionable since Groza was little
From the time when Elvis was stealing from Banica

What music teaches you, you don't learn at home
Stealing is not good, but it's healthy
There are always brigades, you wonder why they disappear
Well, because they burn themselves out in the end.

To make a million, million-million-million.
Million-million, million-million-million.

It's time to show up and say I see that things aren't going well
They want the life of a boss like Hugo, but the money makes them all run away
If I appear on rap, I'm going to break it, I know I'm going to do it in the afterlife
Here my words are heavy for real and no one can stand them, but

Look at it now, don't panic, maybe you only have money in your head
The volume at full blast at the party like any Romanian, not a ribbon
You want luxury in a club with chicks, how nice
It's no use having expensive perfumes because you still smell like an idiot

Boom boom, yeah, you've never heard anything like it
You don't like my song, but you nod your head to it
You don't like my song, but you would have wanted it to be yours
My song would have been better if it was yours, ah

I make a million, I'm not just one in a million
In fact, I make you speechless like Siri
When I see some guys on TV making a circus
It makes me believe that they would sell everything from brothers to kidneys.

To make a million, million-million-million.
Million-million, million-million-million...