Текст и перевод песни Phunk B feat. Vlad Dobrescu - Peneve

Peneve

Se vede cu ochiul liber cu sufletul ascundeti
Si va futeti in cur pe bani cand puteti
Spuneti... stou care-i?
Mesaju-n mainstream mi se pare ca-i departe de a transmite adevarata stare
De dragoste da dati tare piese trise, gangnam style
Detest tare. cati dintre voi puteti face freestyle?
Furati idei cum se fura din LIDL fistic
Fiti cinstiti... altfel n-o sa va mai ierte Cristi
Faceti fisting... va lingeti pe degete si
Din 10 degete doar 2 degete sus tin
Funk eu nu te sustin, hai sa vad cum suspini
Trandafire vezi ca-ti gasesc decesu-n spini
Si o fac cu stil! Nu cant pentru analfabeti
Raman real, langa ce e fals n-o sa ma vedeti voi
Nu ne vedeti, noi va vedem, va vedem
Voi nu ne vedeti, noi va vedem

Nu ne vedeti noi va vedem, va vedem
Voi nu ne vedeti noi va vedem
PENEVE PENEVE
Nu ne vedeti noi va vedem, va vedem
Voi nu ne vedeti noi va vedem
PENEVE PENEVE

Nu ne vedeti noi va vedem, va vedem
Voi nu ne vedeti noi va vedem
PENEVE PENEVE
Nu ne vedeti noi va vedem, va vedem
Voi nu ne vedeti noi va vedem
PENEVE PENEVE

Numele e Vlad si n-am pe casa toata tigla
Poet mai viclean n-a pupat nici Veronica Micle
Asa ca daca le dau la microfon ca retardatu
Simplu sau complicat tu aprecieaza ce ti-am dat
Ca sunt ca 4 7, omu nou intr-un fel
Fiindca fac apel la rapari
Sa nu si-o mai ia la laba
Cu diss-uri d′alea subliminale
Coaie... ai vreo problema fii barbat si spune-mi-o cu voce tare
Daca vrei s-o dam,sa rezolvam
Putem sa ne batem cu bate de baseball pe spate
Sau sa stam jos la conversatie c-as vrea sho s'te intreb "De ce
Esti frustrat pe alti frati cand pentru propriul esec
Defapt tu porti vina?" si singurul mod de a-ti spala rusinea
Ar fi sa bei inalbitor ca Madalina
Si-am sa vin inapoi ca sa verific rezultatul
Esti mort, sunt de acord, rece te-a pupat baiatu
Si am iesit

Nu ne vedeti noi va vedem, va vedem
Voi nu ne vedeti noi va vedem
PENEVE PENEVE
Nu ne vedeti noi va vedem, va vedem
Voi nu ne vedeti noi va vedem
PENEVE PENEVE

Giani bitu e tare tare, nu-i pentru orice fraer
Are prea multe coaie daia cred ca tre sa incaier
Droaie de oameni ce vin sa-si dea cu parerea
Ca-i prea complicat textu meu "da stii ce? piesa nu-i rea"
Cuvinte simple lumea simte, voi chiar nu intelegeti?
Ca ce simt face lege in ce scriu, va arat un deget!
Nu cant pentru fegheti, nu cat pentru analfabeti
Raman real, langa ce e fals n-o sa ma vedeti, noo

Woes

It can be seen clearly. You hide your souls
And when you can, you screw yourselves for money
Speak ... what is that?
I feel the mainstream message is far from conveying reality
They play sad, gangnam style songs about love
I hate it immensely. How many of you are real freestyle?
You steal ideas like a thief stealing pistachios from Lidl
Be honest ... or else Christie will cease to forgive you
You fist ... you lick your fingers and
Out of 10 fingers you only have 2 middle fingers
Funk, I don't support you; let me see how you sigh
Trandafire, I'm going to find your death in the thorns
And I'll do it with style! I don't sing for illiterates
I remain real, I won't be seen next to the fake
You don't see us, we see you, we see you
You don't see us, we see you

You don't see us, we see you, we see you
You don't see us, we see you
WOES WOES
You don't see us, we see you, we see you
You don't see us, we see you
WOES WOES

You don't see us, we see you, we see you
You don't see us, we see you
WOES WOES
You don't see us, we see you, we see you
You don't see us, we see you
WOES WOES

My name is Vlad, and I don't have all my tiles on the roof
No poet is more cunning, not even Veronica Micle
So if I give it to the microphone like a retard
Simple or complicated, you like what I gave you
Because I'm like 4 7, a new man
Because I've asked rappers
To stop getting their pads
With those subliminal disses
Cojones ... If you have a problem, be a man and tell me about it out loud
If you want to go, let's settle it
We can beat ourselves up with baseball bats on our backs
Or sit down and talk because I want to ask you "Why
Are you frustrated with other people when you're the one to blame
For your own failure? ”And the only way to wash away your shame
Would be to drink bleach like Madalina
I'll come back to check the result
You're dead, I agree, the boy greeted you coldly
And I went out

You don't see us, we see you, we see you
You don't see us, we see you
WOES WOES
You don't see us, we see you, we see you
You don't see us, we see you
WOES WOES

Gianni bitumen is tough, not for any loser
Has too many balls because I think he has to be tied up
A lot of people come to give their opinions
That my writing is too complex "but you know what? The song isn't bad"
Simple words people feel, don't you get it?
Because what I feel creates a law in what I write, I show you a finger!
Not singing for fegheti, not singing for illiterates
I remain real, I won't be seen next to the fake, noo