Текст и перевод песни Macanache - Ma Duc la Balamuc

Ma Duc la Balamuc

Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc

Pa fraieri ii dau pe mut
Ii bat pana-i usuc
Le iau pizdele, le fut
Fara sa le duc la suc
Fara nici-o arfa
Fara nici-un truc
De n-am cea mai buna marfa
Sa va tina sub papuc
Beatu scartaie sub talpa
Cred ca e da cauciuc
Am venit sa va iau banii
Sa ma duc la balamuc
Jur ca-i ultima bucata
Dupa care chiar ma duc
Sa iau doua, trei Zacapa
Doua pizde s-un trabuc
Sa moara dusmanii mei
Da ciuda, spume si clabuc
Cand pun poza dupa poza
Sa vada ce bine-o duc
Sunt tatuc in rapu asta
Tu esti doar ciuruc
Ca degeaba tii volanul
Ca golanul, yo conduc
Si ca stil, si ca flow
Sunt ca nou, stii ca aduc
Sunt ostil si alcool
Si-n cavou, stii ca duc
Si ca skill, si ca show
Si bineinteles ca look
Sunt de neinteles acu
Dar am inteles acum
Astea mai nebune au cur
Asta nu-i de bun augur
Cand fac rime mai ia valu
Zici c-am inghitit mercur
Am innebunit de tot
Nu stiu daca mai apuc
Sa mai dau si a doua strofa
Sa ma duc la balamuc

Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc

Sunt nebun dezlegat
Cand le pun des legat
Album, piese, gata
Alt bum iese, gata
Le compun, le fac tun
Si le spun cand este gata
Le adun, le dau luni
Si le spun cat este rata
Si ma duc la balamuc
Sa le spun cum este tata
Io sunt M-a-c-a-n-a-che
Iti fac su-fle-tu pa-chet
De ce su-feri tu la-che
Cand stii ca am su-ne-tu ra-che-ta
Sunt ce n-a vazut hip hopu
De la Biggie, pana azi
Si pana imi ating scopul
Scopu tau este sa cazi
Locu meu e sa rup topu
Sa-mi fac loc printre bastarzi
In locul tau eu m-as uita la ceas
Ar fi timpu s-o razi
Ca pun astia mana pa tine
Si incepi sa guiti
E plin de nebuni peste tot
Pe unde te uiti
Eu v-am zis deja
Ca ma duc la balamuc
Daca nu am tigari
Fumez, fumez, frunze da nuc

Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc

Da-mi ceva de scris
Si-o bucata da hartie
Sa vezi cum tre sa sune
Cea mai piesa melodie
E tot ce am nevoie
Sa te fac de chirurgie
Iti provoc orgasme in suflet
Sa ma duc la puscarie
Daca nu pa piesa asta
Ma iubesti la nebunie
Unde-s bagabontii care stiu
Sa dea din cap
Ca sa savureze in pula mea
Cea mai piesa rap
Numa Maca poa s-o faca
Cum e laptele da vaca
Muzica da cartier
Pentru inima sa placa
Dau drumu la bas
Se cam onduleaza strada
Fac sa ninga din senin
Daca va place zapada
Am multi asi in maneca
Ma gasesti pa strada
Zilnic dupa ce se intuneca
Nimeni nu se-ncumeta
Dupa ce i-am dat pa gheata
Chiar daca n-aluneca

Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc, ma duc, ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc
Ma duc la balamuc

I'm Going to the Madhouse

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse

I give it to the fools on mute
I beat them till they dry
I take their chicks, I screw them
Without taking them to juice
Without any harp
Without any tricks
If I don't have the best stuff
To keep you under the slipper
The beat creaks under the sole
I think it's rubber
I came to take your money
To go to the madhouse
I swear it's the last piece
After which I'm really going
To get two, three Zacapa
Two chicks and a cigar
May my enemies die
From spite, foam and clabuc
When I post picture after picture
So they can see how well I'm doing
I'm daddy in this rap
You're just a jerk
Because you're holding the steering wheel for nothing
Like the gangster, I'm driving
And as style, and as flow
I'm like new, you know I bring
I'm hostile and alcohol
And in the coffin, you know I take
And as skill, and as show
And of course as look
I'm incomprehensible now
But I understand now
These crazier ones have ass
This is not a good omen
When I make rhymes, it takes the wave
You'd think I swallowed mercury
I'm completely crazy
I don't know if I'll make it
To give the second verse
To go to the madhouse

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse

I'm a loose cannon
When I put them loosely tied
Album, tracks, done
Another boom comes out, done
I compose them, I tune them
And I tell them when it's ready
I bring them, I give them months
And I tell them what the rate is
And I'm going to the madhouse
To tell them how daddy is
I am M-a-c-a-n-a-che
I'll pack your soul
Why are you suffering lackey
When you know I got the rocket sound
I'm what hip hop hasn't seen
From Biggie, to this day
And until I reach my goal
Your goal is to fall
My place is to break the top
To make room for myself among the bastards
In your place I would look at the clock
It would be time to shave it
Cause these guys get their hands on you
And you start to squeak
It's full of crazy people everywhere
Wherever you look
I already told you
That I'm going to the madhouse
If I don't have cigarettes
I smoke, I smoke, walnut leaves

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse

Give me something to write
And a piece of paper
To see how it should sound
The most melodic track
It's all I need
To do surgery on you
I'm provoking orgasms in your soul
To go to jail
If not on this track
You love me like crazy
Where are the thugs who know
To nod their heads
To savor in my dick
The most rap track
Only Maca can do it
Like cow's milk
Neighborhood music
For the heart to please
I turn on the bass
The street is getting wavy
I make it snow out of the blue
If you like snow
I have many aces up my sleeve
You can find me on the street
Every day after dark
Nobody dares
After I put them on ice
Even if they don't slip

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse
I'm going to the madhouse