Текст и перевод песни b.u.g. mafia feat. Grasu XXL, Paco 10 Grei, Mashat, Luchian - Iarba Si Alcool

Iarba Si Alcool

Ba ce faci mah... bah
Direct din casa alba ghetoul peteme
Dincolo de toata lumea dincolo de cer
Dincolo de gabori dinclo de blocuri'
Dincolo de sticle de vin fumam joint
Baietii mei totdeauna fac ce vor
De la Bacau, Bucuresti, p-acolo in Pantelimon
Si va dorim tuturor auditie placuta
La o sedinta cu alcool si iarba multa,
Multa iarba, dau frate intotdeauna pentru ca
Opt baieti, patru pereti dupa colt
Sase jointure, doua bombe opt morti
Multa iarba multa bautura multi baieti
Fara griji fara stres, foarte lenti
In fiecare zi in fiecare noapte suntem rupti
Pana dau ai nostrii anunt ca suntem disparuti
Si ne facem de cap, si mai facem inca unul
Imediat ce al nostru s-a terminat, ce pacat
Si non stop, ascultam muzica buna,
Si nimic nu mai conteaza cat timp suntem impreuna
Cu ochii pe spate cu parul in vant
Bag in priza,??? E in Spania fara viza
Cine mai dorste niste iarba, cine vrea
Sa fumeze pana cade in cap sa-i dau sticla sa beau
Nu intelegi nimic nici eu nu inteleg nimic
Am uitat ce-am vrut nimic intelegi ce vreau sa zic (sa fumam)
Aaa cred ca da desprea sata era vorba
Trebuia ia ia
In fata ta la jorgon, am sa-ti explid
Ca viata este chiar beton
Cu un kg de iarba si vreo doua tone de alcool,
Dupa o luna inchis in casa ne vedem la vorbitor
Consum propiu nicidecum posesie
Ptr scopuri personale cantitati industriale
Frate facem parte tot ce-am adunat
Din piatra neamt pana-n cartierul minunat
Ref .
Fac atmosfera argon
Haide zicesa fac rost
Cateva tipe, fori, alcool,
Zdrente imbracte ca din moll
Dimineata nu le recunosc
Am paharul gol si jointul se arede nasol
10 grei z ice vrei
Am ochii mici ca tailanda
Destinatia cat e de mare harta
Pornind din baicului din spate l; a complex
Unde cultivi, prestezi, probezi impachetezi,
Sezonul estival sunt oval sa moara masa
Pe malul lacului in baicului la casa
Scaote frate umbreluta si sejlongul pe balcon
Ca hasisul cu alcool si caldura vreau sa mor
Cei mai bun sa moara masa cei mai nebunie
Ce??? in havane ce baieti adevarat
Si pe unde n-am gasit
Si tot aici avem doar o viata de murit
Indeferent dak esti sau nu de acolo
Ins eara asta am de gand sa stabilesc un record
Mi-a dat uzzi alea 2000 de joint-uri datorie
Aseara am fost cu 19 baieti sa-nvat presa sa scrie
Si-am dat comada acolo tona, care m-asteapta acolo-n zona
Pericol de coma
Ma simt in forma trec la actiune fara protocol
Avem iarba si alcool dar nici hasisi n-ar fi nasol
Fi atent il ard pe joint desi e consistent
La fel de repede ca P**** mea in weekend
Pe cer e vara sunt 35 de grade afara tracgem niste iarba rara
O bara de hasisi sunt afis cativa n-ar mai fuma n-ar bea
E mare mugeala ia un sprit lejer reveneala
Simte fumul si grigore de la 1 latra ca un dobitoc
Suntem in baicului chiar la mine in bloc/
Ref ...

Grass and Alcohol

Yo, what's up girl... hey
Straight from the white house, the ghetto calls
Beyond everyone, beyond the sky
Beyond the cops, beyond the blocks'
Beyond bottles of wine, we smoke joints
My boys always do what they want
From Bacau, Bucharest, over there in Pantelimon
And we wish you all a pleasant listening
At a session with lots of alcohol and weed,
Lots of weed, I always give, brother, because
Eight guys, four walls, around the corner
Six joints, two bombs, eight dead
Lots of weed, lots of booze, lots of guys
No worries, no stress, very slow
Every day, every night, we're ripped
Until our people announce we're missing
And we go wild, and we roll another one
As soon as ours is finished, what a shame
And non-stop, we listen to good music,
And nothing else matters as long as we're together
With eyes on the back of my head, hair in the wind
Plug it in, ??? He's in Spain without a visa
Who else wants some weed, who wants
To smoke until they fall on their head, let me give them the bottle to drink
You don't understand anything, I don't understand anything either
I forgot what I wanted, nothing, you understand what I mean (to smoke)
Aaa I think so, it was about the weed
It had to be taken, yeah
In front of you, in slang, I will explain
That life is really concrete
With a kg of weed and about two tons of alcohol,
After a month locked up in the house, we'll see each other at the visiting room
Personal consumption, not possession at all
For personal purposes, industrial quantities
Brother, we share everything we've gathered
From Piatra Neamt to the wonderful neighborhood
Chorus.
I make the atmosphere argon
Come on, let's get it
Some chicks, parties, alcohol,
Clothes ripped like from the mall
In the morning I don't recognize them
My glass is empty and the joint burns badly
10 Grei says you want
My eyes are small like Thailand
The destination, how big is the map
Starting from Baicului, behind the complex
Where you cultivate, perform, test, pack,
Summer season, I'm oval, let Masa die
On the shore of the lake, in Baicului at the house
Take out the umbrella, brother, and the deck chair on the balcony
With hashish, alcohol, and heat, I want to die
The best, let Masa die, the craziest
What ??? in Havana, what real guys
And where we haven't found it
And here we have only one life to die
It doesn't matter if you're from there or not
But tonight I'm going to set a record
Uzzi gave me those 2000 joints on credit
Last night I went with 19 guys to teach the press to write
And I ordered a ton there, which is waiting for me there in the area
Danger of coma
I feel in shape, I'm taking action without protocol
We have weed and alcohol, but some hashish wouldn't be bad either
Watch out, I'm burning the joint even though it's consistent
Just as fast as my P**** on the weekend
It's summer in the sky, it's 35 degrees outside, we smoke some rare weed
A bar of hashish, I'm a poster, some wouldn't smoke anymore, wouldn't drink
It's a big mess, have a light spritzer, come back
Feel the smoke and Grigore from 1 barks like an idiot
We're in Baicului, right in my block/
Chorus ...