Текст и перевод песни Kepa - Ramai Dator

Ramai Dator

Îți spun de la inceput nu e diss pentru MC
Vorbesc de bulangii ce o ard prost zi de zi
Sunt cativa cârcotași care si-o incearca cu mine
Se pun intr-o lumina proasta nu-i vad prea bine
Unii isi dau cu firma-n cap S.R.L
Nu pot fii pe placul tuturor, aia e
Hatereala muzicala o inteleg pana la un punct
Dar daca te legi de familia mea te iau si te fut punct
Mi-a ajuns pana peste cap
O sa pun mana pe par si o sa ies la vanat
Par posedat parca sunt sedat
Le bag pu*a-n gura pana le-ajunge in stomac
De fapt asta nu inteleg ei ca se joaca cu focul
Dar eu sunt caine pentru ai mei HEY!
Rup zgarda, i-au la pas strada
Ridic doua degete si strig mu*e garda
Am primit amenințări, pai sa treaca la fapte
Ii scot pe interval s-o dam parte in parte
N-au ce sa-mi faca ii bag la plata din pacate
Daca dau un telefon s-ar putea sa-i bag la rate
Rrah!
Bagabont de mic, le-am vazut pe toate frate
Nu mi-e frica de nimic de-a lungul
Timpului am dat de sclavi cu sange de ta*fe
Ce se bucurau la combinatii d-alea marunte
Am crescut cu băieții care se pisa pe lege
Genul de oameni care te iau la bricege
Asa ca fraierii sa-si inchida gura n-au
Ce sa-mi faca eventual sa-mi suga pu*a
Se stiu care sunt, ii arunc in aer
Eu ma cert cu şmekeri, nu ma cert cu fraieri
Manc aere la mic trag pus pe track
Fac muzica de bagabonti sa dai din cap
E jihad
Fratii mei sunt grei iar cu astia de si-o incearca ma pis pe ei
Strada, m-a crescut inca umblu stau in studio pe treaba
Gata sa umplu foi cu penite si foite OCB
Nu se fac ca n-aud asta-i caz de ORL concret ORL
Trec dau direct rec altii freaca pu*a si si-o iau direct in rect
Direct la subiect lirica mea e foc
Am pe stoc dume d-alea de-ti sta mintea-n in loc, o
Fac ca pot aloc timp sa coc rime de top pe tobe toc rup tot
In direct la MIC Check pe gherila am
Bagat haterii la nani si le-am stins lumina
P-astia ii supun sunt doar carne de tun
Le i-au in pu*a secta frate ii pun sclav la stapan
Scriu de nebun pana-n zorii de zi
Nu dau drumul la piese cu gandul ce-o fi o fi
Nu fac muzica penala ca sa pacalesc copii
Si nu dau dedicatii ca Jean pentru Bruce Lee
Tu nu stii rapu-i singura avere
Eu dau sute de cai de te dai cu capu-n tetiere
Cand intru pe DN DN sunt tehnic ca pele pele
Eu agit apele nene cand intru pe acapele Pele
Pe semne de dume sa tune pe tobe grele dam
Mesajele in antene Kepa te bate in altele
Dar din pacate pentru hateri cade bine pa-catrene
Canta ce vrea pu*a lui niciodata ce se cere
Prea multe lichele pe lovele le pun la perete
Fara defecte fara defente le pun cutere in teiete
Da dume cu tente pentru capete repetente lente
Cand apar la microfon ba tata sti ca dau cu sete
Carnatii prea mici au nevoie de bona
Eu am sange in pu*a si coa*e de-o tona, de texte
Sunt dealer tu uita-te in gherila nu dau pietre pe piese
Dau dume bune sunt killer, tu
Nu intelegi ca-i iau direct din zbor
Pe astia de ridica vocea cu aptitudini de tenori
Crede-ma ba frate astia-s doar de decor
Carditori amatori nu ca cei din por
Pe track am skill sala e in delir,din
Prima secunda cand dau la mic transpir
Raman vagabond atata timp cat respir
Vin cu lirica si flow sa-ti dau foc la fitil
Da ma stiu m-au vandut mancami-ar pu*a
Toti astia de vorbesc aiurea
Pai ce ar trebui sa fac sa nu-i supar pe fani
Daca vor totul pe moca sa le dau si niste bani
Hai sa-ti zic cum sta treaba
Publicul consuma dar nu face plata
Rapu' nu moare dar se moare de foame
Milioane de vizualizari, dar salile sunt goale
Sunt putini care sustin hip hopul
Daca n-ar fi ei s-ar alege praful
Restu, stau comod in fotoliu
Pai vezi tu de asta undergroundul e in doliu
Cameleon 0 18 ramai dator

Many Debts

I'm telling you from the start, it's not a diss to MCs.
I'm talking about the idiots acting stupid day by day.
There are some haters who try to mess with me.
They put themselves in a bad light, I don't see them too well.
Some hit themselves with the company name, S.R.L.
I can't please everyone, that's how it is.
I understand musical hate up to a point.
But if you mess with my family, I'll take you down and f*ck you, period.
I've had enough.
I'm gonna grab my hair and go hunting.
I look possessed, like I'm sedated.
I'll shove my d*ck in their mouths until it reaches their stomachs.
They don't understand that they're playing with fire.
But I'm a dog for my people, HEY!
I break the leash, I take them on the streets.
I raise two fingers and shout f*ck the police.
I've received threats, well, let them take action.
I'll take them out on a break and fight them one on one.
They can't do anything to me, I'll make them pay for their sins.
If I make a phone call, I might put them in installments.
Rrah!
A hoodlum since childhood, I've seen it all, brother.
I'm not afraid of anything. Throughout
time I've met slaves with the blood of who*es
Who rejoiced in those petty schemes.
I grew up with guys who didn't give a damn about the law.
The kind of people who'll take you down with a blade.
So these fools should shut their mouths, they have
Nothing on me, maybe suck my d*ck instead.
They know who they are, I throw them in the air.
I argue with smart people, not with fools.
I eat air for breakfast, I hit the track focused.
I make thug music for you to nod your head to.
It's jihad.
My brothers are tough, and I piss on those who try to mess with us.
The streets raised me, I still walk them, I stay in the studio, working.
Ready to fill pages with pens and OCB papers.
They can't pretend they don't hear, this is a case for ORL, concrete ORL.
I pass, give direct rec, others rub their d*cks and take it directly in the rectum.
Straight to the point, my lyrics are fire.
I have rhymes in stock, those that'll blow your mind, you
Know I can, I allocate time to cook top rhymes, hit the drums hard, break everything.
Live on MIC Check, on the guerrilla I
Put the haters to sleep and turned off their lights.
I subdue these, they're just cannon fodder.
I f*ck the sect, brother, I make them slave to the master.
I write like a madman until dawn.
I don't release tracks wondering what might happen.
I don't make criminal music to deceive children.
And I don't give dedications like Jean for Bruce Lee.
You don't know rap is my only asset.
I give hundreds of horsepower, you'll hit your head on the headrest.
When I enter the DN DN I'm technical like Pele Pele.
I stir the waters, man, when I go acapella, Pele.
Apparently joking to thunder on heavy drums we give
The messages to the antennas Kepa beats you in others
But unfortunately for haters it falls well in quatrains
He sings what his d*ck wants, never what is required
Too many scoundrels on hits, I put them on the wall
Without defects, without defenses, I put them cleanly in crosshairs
Gives jokes with tents for slow repetitive heads
When I appear at the microphone, dad, you know I'm going to give sets
Sausages too small need a nanny
I have blood in my d*ck and a ton of balls, of lyrics
I'm a dealer, you look in the guerrilla, I don't give stones on tracks
I give good jokes, I'm a killer, you
Don't understand that I take them directly from the flight
Of those who raise their voices with tenor aptitudes
Believe me, brother, these are just for decoration
Amateur carditors, not like those from the gate
On the track I have skill, the hall is in delirium, from
The first second I hit the mic, I sweat
I remain a vagabond as long as I breathe
I come with lyrics and flow to set your wick on fire
Yeah, I know, they sold me, may their d*cks eat me
All these talking nonsense
So what should I do not to upset the fans?
If they want everything for free, should I give them some money too?
Let me tell you how things are
The audience consumes but does not pay
Rap doesn't die, but it starves
Millions of views, but the halls are empty
There are few who support hip hop
If it weren't for them, dust would gather
The rest sit comfortably in the armchair
Well, you see, that's why the underground is in mourning
Chameleon 0 18 you remain in debt