Текст и перевод песни Killa Fonic, Domnul Udo & Keed - Mvrdar

Mvrdar

Satrabont pan' ma ingrop
Banii ii fac pan' ma coc
Nu visez nici un scor
Banii jos am un pistol
Haladit calit nu pun bot
Mahala, intelectual la un loc
Nu visez nici un scor
Banii jos am un pistol!
99 de probleme nu mai am de mult mami
Am 99 bagaboante toate-s muze mami
Sorb din cacatu' asta de sirop RIP Dj Screw oh
In piele neagra ca mamba in ton cu intunericul bro
Nici un versace fato am capu' ca Medusa cioara
Nici o anomalie e doar serparaie cioara
Bag un blunt, imi iau elan, scuip in microfon
Otrava mov si kalashu' meu nici un air soft
Satrabont pan' ma ingrop
Banii ii fac pan' ma coc
Nu visez nici un scor
Banii jos am un pistol
Haladit calit nu pun bot
Mahala, intelectual la un loc
Nu visez nici un scor
Banii jos am un pistol!
Trec ani trec ani trec ani nu mai simt timpu'
Nimeni nu suna la garda nu-mi fute tripu'
O mami mami nu ma scapi nici cu icoane
Mvrdar mvrdar da' nu mai fut panarame
Bazaie... Ma bazaie o musca, ce fac? Scooot pliciu'!
Si daca tot nu tace tarfa p-orma scooot biciu!
Scot cureaua mea cu catarama aia de peste
Si-o bat peste gura pana nu mai vorbeste
Tarfa taci in pula mea din gura nu mai incercaaa
Sa ma faci de ras aici de fata iar cu satra meaaa
Asa ma port cu toti haterii mei
Cele mai grele cei mai grei
Si cu toti clientii mei
Ca banii se fac greu si daca n-ai tupeu
Poti sa fii cel mai tare boxeur daca nu ai grija la neveu
Tot ce-ating infinit
Pentru multi inceput de sfarsit
Sunt Satra Keed, Satra Beata, Satra Bont, Satrs PIMP
Banii jos, am un pistol (Raaaahh)
Banii jos, am un pistol (raaah)
Stii ca banii mei sunt momentan limitati
Dasta vine garda dupa ce te omor
Te tin la breloc
Zdreanta proasta-ti dau foc
Eu vin de jos de tot
Si topul e ultimul scop
Dar vrajeala mea ramane treaba mea
Drum lung, raman in lumea mea
Viata-i scurta, dar stiu multe pizde
Care au trait mai mult in carca mea, haha
Nu-i car in spatele meu, naa hah
Raman in spatele meu
Stii ce pentru mine nu conteaza, claar
Decat iubirea, mama si fratele meu!
Ne cere strada
Militarie-n brigada
Stii ca-i treaba despre satra
Nu calci tu in casa noastra
Nuu, planga mama voastra
Dupa ce strici starea noastra
Siiiii, hahaha
Am coborat din nava.piiiiizzdoo
Dooomnul

Dead Man Walking

Satrabont until I'm buried
Making money until I'm cooked
I don't dream of any score
Under the money, I have a gun
Chilled and hardened, I don't fall for shit
Hood and intellectual in one place
I don't dream of any score
Under the money, I have a gun!
99 problems, I haven't had for a long time, mami
I have 99 bitches, all of them are muses, mami
Sipping this shitty syrup, RIP DJ Screw oh
In black leather like Mamba, in tune with the darkness, bro
No Versace, girl, my head is like Medusa, crow
No anomaly, it's just a snake pit, crow
I smoke a blunt, take a run, spit in the microphone
Purple poison and my Kalashnikov, no airsoft
Satrabont until I'm buried
Making money until I'm cooked
I don't dream of any score
Under the money, I have a gun
Chilled and hardened, I don't fall for shit
Hood and intellectual in one place
I don't dream of any score
Under the money, I have a gun!
Years pass, years pass, years pass, I don't feel time anymore
Nobody calls the cops, don't fuck with my trip
Oh mami mami, you can't save me with icons
Dead man walking, but I don't fuck with skanks anymore
Buzzing... A fly is buzzing me, what do I do? Swat! Slap!
And if the bitch still doesn't shut up, then I take out the whip!
I take out my belt with that buckle from abroad
And I beat her over the mouth until she stops talking
Bitch shut the fuck up, don't try anymore
To make fun of me here in front of my crew again
That's how I deal with all my haters
The heaviest, the hardest
And with all my clients
Because money is hard to make, and if you don't have guts
You can be the best boxer, but if you're not careful with your nephew
Everything I touch is infinite
For many, the beginning of the end
I'm Satra Keed, Satra Beata, Satra Bont, Satra PIMP
Under the money, I have a gun (Raaaahh)
Under the money, I have a gun (raaah)
You know my money is currently limited
That's why the cops come after I kill you
I keep you on a keychain
Stupid bitch, I'll set you on fire
I come from the very bottom
And the top is the ultimate goal
But my bragging remains my business
Long road, I stay in my world
Life is short, but I know many bitches
Who lived longer on my back, haha
I don't carry them on my back, naa hah
They stay behind me
You know what doesn't matter to me, clearly
Except love, my mom, and my brother!
The street demands us
Military in the brigade
You know it's about the crew
You don't step in our house
Nooo, your mother will cry
After you ruin our mood
And yeah, hahaha
I came down from the spaceship.biiiitch
The Lord