Текст и перевод песни Puya - Imbracat la 4 ace (Well dressed)

Imbracat la 4 ace (Well dressed)

Las treningu de-o parte, n-o ardem la cravate
Cand ies din casa miroase a bani, e bine frate
Doamne ce norocos, totul merge frumos
Ce pacat ca dusmanilor le merge pe dos
Nu sunt salariat, nici somer, nici bancher
Nu sunt genu' care sa sufere de el
Hai vino langa mine c-o sa fie bine bine
Betiile la colt sti ca nu mai sunt de mine
Vinzi prafuri sau pastile, masini sau poate vile
Lumea tre sa vada atunci cand iti merge bine
Atitudinea conteaza, tre sa-ai stil
Degeaba ai bani pe tine daca ai vrajeala de copil
Ce-mi place, da im. im... imi place
Tre sa ai motive sa fi imbracat la 4 ace

Nu vreau sa muncesc, sti ca obosesc
O oo banii vin, Doamne-ti multumesc
Vreau sa-i cheltuiesc, viata s-o traiesc
Fete sa lovesc pana-mbatranesc

(Cabron)

Nu-mi place sa muncesc frate,
E ca un drog frate care-mi da dureri de spate
Din state pana in vama nu e gratis deloc,
Totul e pe bani vor bani chiar si la freeshop
Nu-mi place sa muncesc pentru ca sincer imi e lene
Ca zodia gemeni si anturaju-mi lasa semne
Prin semne il atentionez pe tovarasul
Care pe semne o sa te arda data viitoare
Doare acum daca muncim dupa ce toata viata am
Stat degeaba, vreau sa stau degeaba toata viata
Ce combinatii mai ai, ce bani mai faci,
Ce treaba, ce pont, zi-ne si noua si o sa tinem cont
Banii tai din cont ne trezeste un nou orizont,
Daca iti bagi cardu' unde nu a trebuit, si-n fond
De ce sa ne mintim,
Toti vrem sa ne-imbogatim,
Chiar daca unii mai mult sau mai putin muncim

(Karie)

Lume cic-are principii da-o arde hippie,
Eu vad o adunatura de gay pe blugi cu pete de pipi,
Si nu ard tipii cu placa a.
K vin ei la liber-ty parade isi imprumuta placa de par
Mie nu-mi plac baietii si nu ard fanii,
Fiind din Ramnicu Valcea cei pe care-i iubesc raman
Americanii
Am bani la punga, fara munca,
De la 7 pana se-ntuneca si n-am carte de munca, am o carte chiar sub
Maneca
Si nu stiu daca-i bun soiul,
Da jobu' meu e sa-mi fac patu' si sa-mi duc gunoiu'
Jobul tau daca esti femeie poate-ncepe cu
Blow, sau nu e nou jobu' de patruped la birou
Oricum ar fi,
Daca muncesti n-ai timp sa faci malai,
Si poti sfarsi, singur cu lama fara dalai
Ca ai sau n-ai, ma doare la p,
Tot te iau in tenesi, sau daca nu te bag in seama inseamna ca sunt
Lenes

Dressed to the Nines

Leaving the tracksuit aside, we're not burning the tie
When I leave the house, it smells like money, it's good, brother
God, how lucky, everything's going beautifully
What a pity that things are going the opposite way for the enemies
I'm not an employee, nor unemployed, nor a banker
I'm not the type to suffer for himself
Come near me, it's gonna be good, good
You know those corner boozing sessions are not for me anymore
Selling powders or pills, cars or maybe villas
The world has to see when you're doing well
Attitude matters, you gotta have style
It's no use having money on you if you have childish talk
What I like, yes I do... I like it
You gotta have reasons to be dressed to the nines

I don't wanna work, you know I get tired
Oh oh the money comes, thank you Lord
I wanna spend it, live life
Hit on girls until I get old

(Cabron)

I don't like to work, brother,
It's like a drug, brother, that gives me back pain
From the States to the customs, nothing is free,
Everything is about money, they want money even at the duty-free
I don't like to work because honestly I'm lazy
Like the Gemini zodiac, and my entourage leaves signs
Through signs I warn my comrade
Who, by signs, is gonna burn you next time
It hurts now if we work after we've been
Idle all our lives, I wanna stay idle all my life
What other deals you got, what money you make,
What job, what tip, tell us and we'll take note
Your money in the account awakens a new horizon for us,
If you put your card where you shouldn't have, and basically
Why should we lie to ourselves,
We all wanna get rich,
Even if some of us work more or less

(Karie)

People say they have principles but they act hippie,
I see a bunch of gays in jeans with pee stains,
And I don't vibe with those guys with the flat iron.
K, they come to the pride parade, they borrow the hair straightener
I don't like boys and I don't vibe with fans,
Being from Ramnicu Valcea, those I love remain
Americans
I have money in my pocket, without work,
From 7 until it gets dark and I don't have a work permit, I have a card right under
My sleeve
And I don't know if it's a good kind,
But my job is to make my bed and take out my trash
Your job, if you're a woman, might start with a
Blow, or it's not a new job, being a quadruped at the office
Either way,
If you work, you don't have time to make money,
And you can end up alone with the blade, without the Dalai
Whether you have or you don't, I don't give a f,
I'll still pick you up in sneakers, or if I don't pay attention to you, it means I'm
Lazy