Текст и перевод песни b.u.g. mafia - E Chiar Asa, Frate

E Chiar Asa, Frate

E chiar asa frate?
Da e chiar asa frate.
Zici ca-i asa frate?
Sa mori e chiar asa frate?
E chiar asa frate?
Stii ca-i asa frate.
E chiar asa frate.
(Uzzi) 1:
Ne plac baietzii care asculta mafia
Cred ca stiti asta.
De asta nu ne vom lasa
Ne-am depasit conditia
Uite de ce ii deranja
De ce?
Injur??
Le dau sa suga p**a
Pentru ca nu vor scapa
Cine stie?
P**a mea
Fiindca se intreaba daca este chiar asa
Baieti care dau in cap pt. zece mii de lei
Bati care dau in cap sa fie baietei
Baieti care dau in cap pe o mie de parai
Baieti care iti iau masina chiar daca n-o ai
Baieti care iti vand masina chiar daca ti-au luat-o
Baieti care baga p**a in pyzda bai fato
Baietii care vand sau trag cochiana
Baieti care vand sau trag m********a
Baieti care vand-fac bani peste noapte
E chiar asa frate? E chiar asa frate?
Nu mai baieti adevarati care stiu sa mearga mai departe
E chiar asa frate? E chiar asa frate?
(Caddi) 2:
O fi oare de la iarba care o fumez?
Sau de la stres am inceput sa delirez?
Tu ce crezi?
E oare doar imaginatie?
Realitatea care imi da atata inspiratie?
Sa fie intrebarea ta un test pt mn?
Sau poate lumea mea... nu e pt. tine
Cine stie?
Drogatzii poate nu-s adevarati?
Ori dealerii ce vand h*****a la drogatzi?
Davaua i-a facut pe fraieri sa isi piarda capu
LA DRACU
Ar vinde-o si pe ma-sa sa ia gramu
Gradu-n cartiere se masoara-n milioane
Sau in miliarde?
Cine pe cine arde?
Frate sa-ti mai zic ceva
Nu stii nu te baga
C***. care suge p**a pt bani iti ia si casa
Tot ce ai in casa
Si tot ce ai pe tine
Probeaz-o pe pielea ta daca nu ma crezi pe mine
Tine minte
Copca Niciodata nu-ti ajunge
Cere sa mai tragi
Te impinge sa mai bagi
Nu stii ce sa faci?
Nu stii ce sa crezi?
Vin-o in pantelimon si-ai sa vezi: E chiar asa
Uzzi: E chiar asa fratee Pentru toti mancatorii de cacat. la baietii din cartiere. Bucuresti Under
Ground Mafiaaa. Pe viață . Bulangiilor

Is It Really Like That, Brother?

Is it really like that brother?
Yes, it really is like that brother.
Are you saying it's like that brother?
Like you're gonna die, is it really like that brother?
Is it really like that brother?
You know that it is like that brother.
It really is like that brother.
(Uzzi) 1:
We like the guys who listen to mafia
I think you know that.
That's why we won't stop
We've surpassed our condition
This is why they bother
Why?
Do I curse?
I give them my d**k to suck
Because they won't escape
Who knows?
My d**k
Because they wonder if it's really like that
Boys who hit for ten thousand dollars
Men who hit to be bad guys
Boys who hit for a thousand bucks
Boys who take your car even if you don't have it
Boys who sell you the car even if they've taken it from you
Boys who put their d**k in a b**ch's p**y
Boys who sell or shoot a line
Boys who sell or shoot h*****n
Boys who sell to make money overnight
Is it really like that brother? Is it really like that brother?
No more real guys who know how to move on
Is it really like that brother? Is it really like that brother?
(Caddi) 2:
Could it be because of the weed I smoke?
Or because of the stress, have I started to rave?
What do you think?
Is it just imagination?
The reality that gives me so much inspiration?
Could your question be a test for me?
Or maybe my world... isn't for you
Who knows?
Maybe drug addicts aren't real?
Or the dealers who sell h*****n to drug addicts?
The devil made the suckers lose their minds
TO HELL
They'd sell even their mother to get a gram
In the hoods, a gram is measured in millions
Or billions?
Who's burning who?
Brother, let me tell you something
If you don't know, don't get involved
B**ches who suck d**k for money will take your house as well.
Everything in your house
And everything on you
Try it on your skin if you don't believe me
Remember
The chase will never be enough for you
Ask to shoot some more
It pushes you to take some more
Don't know what to do?
Don't know what to believe?
Come to Pantelimon and you'll see: It really is like that
Uzzi: It's really like that bro For all the sh*t eaters. to the guys in the hoods. Bucuresti Under
Ground Mafiaaa. For life. To the pricks