Текст и перевод песни Azteca feat. Bahoi - Convorbire cu diavolul

Convorbire cu diavolul

Invidia voastr-o am in stilou
Huh
Si o sa o descarc pe foaie fiindca
Huh
Sunt ca Decartes sunt neinteles bro
Tot ce mananc acum e bio

Am plecat de jos
Am plecat de jos
Si dupa
V-am dat in sloboz
V-am dat in sloboz
Pe fuga
Am plecat de jos
Am plecat de jos
Da nu nu
N-am vrut ajutor
N-am vrut ajutor
Am plecat de jos
Am plecat de jos
Si dupa
V-am dat in sloboz
V-am dat in sloboz
Pe fuga
Am plecat de jos
Am plecat de jos
Da nu nu
N-am vrut ajutor
N-am vrut ajutor

Ingeru meu imi plange de-ani vrea ajutor
Demonu meu ma tot indeamna sa m-omor
Oamenii nu-nteleg ca sunt un visator
Am un contract cu-alt demon cauta un soul

Incerc de ani nu-l bag in seama
S-a materializat si l-am vazut aseara
Mi-a zis Azteca tu o sa ma bagi in boala
Vrei sa spui adevaru pentru lumea-ntreaga

Ti-am zis iluzia iti este arma
Fai sa bage in ei de toate ca o grasa
Si-o sa-ti dau tot ce iti doresti si banii gheata
Urmeaza-ma pe viata

Am plecat de jos
Am plecat de jos
Si dupa
V-am dat in sloboz
V-am dat in sloboz
Pe fuga
Am plecat de jos
Am plecat de jos
Da nu nu
N-am vrut ajutor
N-am vrut ajutor
Am plecat de jos
Am plecat de jos
Si dupa
V-am dat in sloboz
V-am dat in sloboz
Pe fuga
Am plecat de jos
Am plecat de jos
Da nu nu
N-am vrut ajutor
N-am vrut

Iam rupt contract-un fata stie
Ca sunt facut sa-mpart iubire
Demonul a cazut pe vine
In fata mea lipsit de putere ca-n filme
Am o mie de destine ia

Mi-a zis o sa ma-ntorc copile
O sa trimit multa invidie
N-o sa mai fii tu fara mine
Am renuntat sa cred ca poa′ sa ma dezbine
Facem bani si fara tine ia

Am plecat de jos
Pizdo, tind sa, am pula
Sculata, mereu ca mitica
Woo

Eu zic sa, te uiti in
Oglinda, sa stii ca
Intro clipita

Ma vezi afisat canubis
Am bani multi iubi
Sis chemat prin tara
Sa va animez plamanii
Sunt cu fratii mei
Si amestec potiuni ca hunii
Iti dau filme cu incarcatura
Spirituala kubrick

Am Givenchy, si combin cu vansi
Sunt baiat mare Big Shaq, spune-mi Asnee
Am campanii, am too many money
Un Patek ca Philip, palmieri ca la Miami

Am Givenchy, si combin cu vansi
Sunt baiat mare Big Shaq, spune-mi Asnee
Am campanii, am too many money
Un Patek ca Philip, palmieri ca la Miami

Conversation with the Devil

I hold your envy in my pen
Huh
And I'll pour it onto the paper because
Huh
Like Descartes, I'm misunderstood, bro
Everything I eat now is organic

I started from the bottom
I started from the bottom
And then
I set you free
I set you free
On the run
I started from the bottom
I started from the bottom
But no no
I didn't want help
I didn't want help
I started from the bottom
I started from the bottom
And then
I set you free
I set you free
On the run
I started from the bottom
I started from the bottom
But no no
I didn't want help
I didn't want help

My angel cries for me, wanting to help
My demon keeps urging me to kill myself
People don't understand that I'm a dreamer
I have a contract with another demon seeking a soul

For years, I've tried to ignore him
He materialized and I saw him last night
He said, "Azteca, you'll drive me crazy"
"You want to tell the truth to the whole world"

I told you, illusion is your weapon
Make them consume everything like a fat woman
And I'll give you everything you want and ice-cold money
Follow me through life

I started from the bottom
I started from the bottom
And then
I set you free
I set you free
On the run
I started from the bottom
I started from the bottom
But no no
I didn't want help
I didn't want help
I started from the bottom
I started from the bottom
And then
I set you free
I set you free
On the run
I started from the bottom
I started from the bottom
But no no
I didn't want help
I didn't want

I tore up the contract, one girl knows
That I'm made to spread love
The demon fell to his knees
In front of me, powerless like in the movies
I have a thousand destinies, take them

He told me, "I'll be back, kid"
I'll send a lot of envy
You won't be yourself without me
I gave up believing he could break me
We make money even without you, take that

I started from the bottom
Bitch, I tend to have my dick
Always hard, like Mitica
Woo

I suggest you look in the
Mirror, to know that
In a blink of an eye

You'll see me displayed, Canubis
I have a lot of money, baby
Called across the country
To liven up your lungs
I'm with my brothers
And mixing potions like the Huns
I give you movies with a spiritual charge
Kubrick style

I have Givenchy, and I mix it with Vans
I'm a big boy, Big Shaq, call me Asnee
I have campaigns, I have too much money
A Patek like Philip, palm trees like in Miami

I have Givenchy, and I mix it with Vans
I'm a big boy, Big Shaq, call me Asnee
I have campaigns, I have too much money
A Patek like Philip, palm trees like in Miami