Текст и перевод песни Phunk B feat. DJ Sfera - Ruff Rugged Raw

Ruff Rugged Raw

Privind cum noaptea se transforma-n zi
Nu ma simt obosit
Ma simt lihnit dupa hartii
Da' nu ma schimb ca-s bagabont, stii?
Foamea de bani e chiar foame de bani
Puya stia ce zicea
N-am butterfly am un briceag
Si-am uitat cam tot ce zicea (cine?)
Mama... sa fii bun
Sa nu furi, sa nu minti, sa fii un
Frate
Si-am fost pan cand am fost injunghiat de la spate de-un
Frate care m-a cam luat de fraier
Uneori ma-ntreb oare, oare?
A fost voit sau creieru' i-a dat o eroare mare?
Oare cum e sa pierzi si bani si-un frate
Ia zi frate?
Da' prin fapte
Lasa vorba lunga, de-aia se lipesc doar lasii, frate
Aberatii, lasitate
N-ai pareri, doar lasi citate
Vanitatea ta-i de vina si devine falsitate
Te-am mirosit de mult
O2, ai irosit cam mult...
Te dai oropsit, simt
Sper sa te simti, ce vrei sa-mi transmiti?! (n-aud)
Simte ura din flow (flow)
Nu mai privi ca un bou (bou)
Io, io, o dau o dau
Ruff, ruff, rugged, raaaaaaw!

Ruff, rugged, raw
Ruff,ruff, rugged, raw
Ruff, rugged, raw
Ruff,ruff, rugged, raw
O dau ruff, rugged raw
Ruff ruff, rugged raw
Ruff, rugged, raw yeah

Hei tu, nu ma supara
Nu vreau sa te fac sa suferi, am
Stat am suportat atatea doar ca-ntr-un final sa ma lasi cu par alb?
Transa... ce pasa proasta...
Parca mintea-mi joaca o farsa
Parca totu-i doar o gluma proasta
Da-n final nici nu mai conteaza
YOOO
Torn, torn, torn, nu cumva s-adorm
Dac-ajung sa traiesc pe strazi nu mor c-am mai multe coaie decat duc in pantaloni!
Nori... ii vad cand zbor
Deseori visez ca mor
Sa-mi risc viata ca un cascador
Pentru ca noaptea-mi trebuie bani s-adorm?!
Canci
Hai zi ce sa fac daca-mi place ce fac si ma sparge, man
Naaah, nu exageram, daca nu scriam infundam carcera
Cancer
Ce-mi pasa mie?
Flou' meu sa fie ca o pandemie
Cel mai bolnav stil, lumea tre' sa stie
Ca nu ma vindeci nici cu apa vie
Da' e fucked up, ca tin minte ce spunea tata:
"Ce pula mea te-mbraci larg?
Nu-ti incapi in piele, largesti haina?"
Cam asa ceva, dar faima
Io ma fut in ea, unii si-au dat
Ca sa poa' s-o aiba, la naiba
Sufletu' pe blituri si un Maybach

Raaaaw, stilu' meu e raw, yeah
Ruff, rugged raw
Raw, asta-nseamna crud
Inseamna cam un stil pe care nimeni nu l-a mai avut
Stilu' meu e ruff-ruff, rugged-rugged, asta-nseamna brut
Inseamna cam un flow pe care nimeni nu l-a mai avut

Ruff Rugged Raw

Watching the night turn into day
I don't feel tired
I feel hungry for papers
But I don't change because I'm a bum, you know?
Hunger for money is really hunger for money
Puya knew what I was saying
I don't have a butterfly, I have a switchblade
And I've forgotten almost everything you said (who?)
Mother... to be good
Don't steal, don't lie, be a
Brother
And I was until I was stabbed in the back by a
Brother who took me for a sucker
Sometimes I wonder, oh dear?
Was it intentional or did his brain give him a big error?
What's it like to lose money and a brother?
Tell me, brother?
But through actions
Leave the long talk, that's why only cowards stick around, brother
Absurdity, cowardice
You have no opinions, you just leave quotes
Your vanity is to blame and it becomes falsehood
I smelled you a long time ago
O2, you wasted too much...
You pretend to be oppressed, I feel
I hope you feel it, what do you want to tell me?! (can't hear)
Feel the hatred in the flow (flow)
Stop looking like an ox (ox)
Me, me, I give it, I give it
Ruff, ruff, rugged, raaaaaaw!

Ruff, rugged, raw
Ruff,ruff, rugged, raw
Ruff, rugged, raw
Ruff,ruff, rugged, raw
I give it ruff, rugged raw
Ruff ruff, rugged raw
Ruff, rugged, raw yeah

Hey you, don't upset me
I don't want to make you suffer, I
Stayed endured so much just to end up leaving me with gray hair?
Trance... what a bad joke...
It's like my mind is playing a trick on me
It's like it's all just a bad joke
But in the end it doesn't even matter
YOOO
Tear, tear, tear, don't fall asleep
If I end up living on the streets, I won't die because I have more balls than I can fit in my pants!
Clouds... I see them when I fly
I often dream that I die
To risk my life like a stuntman
Because at night I need money to fall asleep?!
Nonsense
Come on, tell me what to do if I like what I do and it gets me high, man
Nah, I'm not exaggerating, if I didn't write, I would be in jail
Cancer
What do I care?
My flou' should be like a pandemic
The sickest style, the world needs to know
That you can't cure me even with living water
But it's fucked up, because I remember what my dad used to say:
"What the fuck are you wearing so loose?
You don't fit in your skin, you're enlarging your clothes?"
Something like that, but fame
I fuck it, some people gave it
To be able to have it, damn
The soul on flashes and a Maybach

Raaaaw, my style is raw, yeah
Ruff, rugged raw
Raw, that means raw
It means a style that no one has ever had before
My style is ruff-ruff, rugged-rugged, that means raw
It means a flow that no one has ever had before