Текст и перевод песни Satra B.E.N.Z. - Din Caruta

Din Caruta

N-am nici rochii nici pantofi
Nici castel cu slujitori
In caruta m-am nascut
Din caruta stiu sa cant

Super ED:
Muncim in continuu fumam in continuu
Fara griji in continuu asta cu Satra-i filmu'
Tu nu poti sa rupi ritmu' nu ne atingi cu veninu'
Tu esti doiu noi primu tu trecutul noi timpu'

Super ED:
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu; tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'

Killa Fonic:
Zi-le-o cioara Lama-i gata sa se puna fa
Cu orice scarba de hater indiferent de zona fa
Eu Doamne eu n-o sa mor
Daca mor mor satrabont
Loialitate bai pan' ma-ngrop
Astia cred ca suntem masoni
Ju-juma' bestie ju-juma' om
Nu da cu ciocu' ca esti golan zau
Doar un lache de la
Si eu bag-bag in saci de gunoi
Am indesat in buzunare un clip merg schiop
Dupa atatia ani de lacrimi sange orori
Am pistoale si brigada o satra dragoste
Uzzi Mafia level ca Moldova coane
Brr brr brr brr

Super ED:
E Guta in continuu nu se opreste o clipa
Da-mi frate o pana si ti-o fac o aripa
Omul omul o spranceana valoare risipa
Cant zile de la mine ca noaptea trfele astea tipa
Ei-lei-lei-lei
Curg au lei pe mine si pe fratii mei
Unii nu-s la contact d-aia calca timpul peste ei
Eu sunt nave spatiale timpul meu canta in alte chei
Mama e dubios rau auto-tune-ul nu stiu ce se intampla

Super ED:
Muncim in continuu fumam in continuu
Fara griji in continuu asta cu Satra-i filmu'
Tu nu poti sa rupi ritmu' nu ne atingi cu veninu'
Tu esti doiu noi primu tu trecutul noi timpu'

Super ED:
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu; tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'

Ho dau cu lopata dau cu lopata
Ingrop banii ca s-a intors roata
Ha dau cu lopata ha dau cu lopata
Ingrop rapperi asta mi-e arta
Aduce-ti preotul cu tot cu candela
Ca rapperii astia falsi s-au pierdut in lirica
Sunt in moarte clinica au uitat textul in pachet
Lipsa cu rap calc pe cadavre in pasi de balet
Ia zi ma in pla mea asta cum te-o chema
Hai poveste-te-ne noua cum iubesti tu muzica
Cum nu bagi un ban in ea si-o tratezi ca pe-o catea
Si-i oferi din timpul tau numai cand vrea pla ta
Hai ziceti cum va furati va futeti frati intre frati
De baieti in pla mea copiii handicapati
Ne-ai zis noua ca vorbeam de pzde in pla mea de sluga
Si totusi cum vrei tu rezultate fara munca

Am ft pzde mai grele ca tine
Daca ar fi despre rap m-as pisa pe cretine
Fiindca-s toti doar niste casnice si nu muncesc
Cum face Nosfe Benzu nu ma opresc
Yah! pe zi din
Cand ma vezi sunt ca un zombie si conduc ca spartu'
La un pas de frontal ca-s mereu in depasire
Uit de pedala de frana accelerez in nestire
Rrah rrah rrah bagabontu-adevarat direct din Satra
Vezi caracatita Ii sare sangele din teasta
Pow pow pow nu mai vreau sa-i vad cum detin controlul
E timpul Satrei pow pow pow pow O. S. O. D. monopolul
Wah wah wah wah woo

Super ED:
Muncim in continuu fumam in continuu
Fara griji in continuu asta cu Satra-i filmu'
Tu nu poti sa rupi ritmu' nu ne atingi cu veninu'
Tu esti doiu noi primu tu trecutul noi timpu'

Super ED:
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu; tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'
Tu trecutul noi timpu' tu trecutul noi timpu'

In My Cart

I don't have dresses or fancy shoes
No castle with servants for me, it's true
I was born in a simple cart, you see
And from that cart, I learned to rap, freely

Super ED:
We work non-stop, smoke non-stop, it's a vibe
No worries, non-stop, this is the Satra drive
You can't break our rhythm, your venom won't survive
You're number two, we're number one, you're the past, we're the time

Super ED:
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time; you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time

Killa Fonic:
Tell them, crow, Lama is ready to rumble
With any hater, any place, we'll make them crumble
My lady, I won't die
If I die, I die Satra-strong, that's no lie
Loyalty, babe, until I'm in the ground
They think we're Masons, running this town
Half beast, half man, we stand our ground
Don't talk smack, you're a fake, I see right through you now
Just a lackey from the
And I stuff, stuff in garbage bags, it's true
I've crammed a music video's worth in my pockets, I limp, it's new
After so many years of tears, blood, and horror, too
I have guns and a crew, a Satra love, it's true
Uzzi Mafia level, like Moldova, boo
Brr brr brr brr

Super ED:
It's Guta non-stop, he doesn't stop for a moment
Give me a feather, baby, and I'll make it a monument
Man, man, one eyebrow, wasted talent
I sing days from me, like the night these hoes are screamin'
Ei-lei-lei-lei
Money's raining on me and my brothers, no lie
Some are out of touch, that's why time is passing them by
I'm a spaceship, my time sings in a different key, high
Mama, it's weird, auto-tune, I don't know what's happening, bye

Super ED:
We work non-stop, smoke non-stop, it's a vibe
No worries, non-stop, this is the Satra drive
You can't break our rhythm, your venom won't survive
You're number two, we're number one, you're the past, we're the time

Super ED:
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time; you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time

Ho, I dig with a shovel, I dig with a shovel
I bury the money 'cause the tables have turned, double
Ha, I dig with a shovel, ha, I dig with a shovel
I bury rappers, this is my art, you see, it's subtle
Bring the priest with the censer, full throttle
'Cause these fake rappers got lost in their lyrics, a total
They're clinically dead, forgot their lyrics in the pack
Missing with rap, I step on corpses in ballet steps, that's a fact
Tell me, in my crib, what's your name, girl, crack
Come on, tell us how you love music, unpack
How you don't spend a dime on it, treat it like a stray, lack
And only offer your time when your crib wants it back
Tell me, how you steal, you betray, brothers among brothers
Of boys in my crib, disabled children, it smothers
You told us we were talking about babes in my crib, about a servant
And yet, how do you want results without work, relevant?

I've had babes harder than you, my dear
If it was about rap, I'd pee on these morons, it's clear
Because they're all just housewives and don't work, my fear
As Nosfe and Benzu do, I won't stop, my gear
Yah! per day from
When you see me, I'm like a zombie, driving like I'm shattered
One step away from a head-on collision, always overtaking, battered
I forget the brake pedal, accelerate recklessly, tattered
Rrah rrah rrah, the real gangster, straight from Satra, splattered
See the octopus? Its blood is boiling from its head, mattered
Pow pow pow, I don't want to see them in control, shattered
It's Satra's time, pow pow pow pow, O.S.O.D. monopoly, flattered
Wah wah wah wah woo

Super ED:
We work non-stop, smoke non-stop, it's a vibe
No worries, non-stop, this is the Satra drive
You can't break our rhythm, your venom won't survive
You're number two, we're number one, you're the past, we're the time

Super ED:
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time; you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time
You're the past, we're the time, you're the past, we're the time