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satra b.e.n.z (english) - din caruta (english version | from the carriage) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: sample “satra – tiganeasca”]
i don’t have dresses, nor shoes
nor a castle with servants
in the carriage i was born
from the carriage i learned how to sing

[hook: super ed]
we work continously, we smoke continously
no worries continously, this one with satra is the movie
you can’t break the rhytm, you don’t touch us with the venom
you’re the second, we’re the first, you the past, we the time

[bridge: super ed]
you the past, we the time, you the past, we the time
you the past, we the time, you the past, we the time
you the past, we the time, you the past, we the time
you the past, we the time, you the past, we the time

[verse 1: k!lla fonic]
tell ’em, crow, lama is ready to go, ho
with any punk -ss hater, no matter the zone, ho
i, god, i won’t die
if i die, i die a satra thug
loyalty, yo, ’til i bury myself
these dudes think we’re masons
ha-half beast, ha-half man
don’t yap your beak that you’re a goon, for real
only a loser from 112
and i stuff-stuff in garbage bags
i packed a clip in my pockets, i walk limp
after so many years of tears, blood, horrors
i got pistols and a brigade, one $atra one love
uzzi, mafia level like moldova, yo
brr, brr, brr, brr

[verse 2: super ed]
it’s guta continously, he doesn’t stop a moment
give me a feather, bro, and i’ll make it a wing
the man, the one eyebrow man, valor, waste
i sing days of mine ’cause at night these hoes scream
ei-lei-lei-lei
lei, aw, are droppin’ on me & my brothers
some are not on the contact, that’s why the time is stepping on them
i am spaceships, my time sings in other keys
(yo, the autotune is super weird, i don’t know what’s happening…)

[verse 3: keed]
ha, i dig with the shovel, i dig with the shovel
i bury the money ’cause the wheel turned
ha, i dig with the shovel, ha, i dig with the shovel
i bury rappers, that’s my art
bring the priest with the candle and everything
’cause these fake rappers lost themselves in the lyric
they’re in clincal death, they forgot the text in the pack
miss with the rap, i step on dead bodies in balet steps
come on f-ckin’ tell us, yo, f-cker, whatever your name is
come on, tell us the story about how you love the music
how you don’t invest any money in it, and you treat it like a b-tch
and you offer her your time only when your d-ck feels like it
come on, tell us how you steal from yourselves, you f-ck your own brothers
your kids will be f-ckin’ born handicapped
you told us that we were talking ’bout songs, you f-ckin’ slave
and still, how do you want results with no work?

[verse 4: nosfe]
i f-cked b-tches that were harder than you
if it was about rap, i would piss on morons
’cause they’re all some housewives and they don’t work
like nosfe benzu does, 25, i don’t stop
yah! 25 per day, 25 out of 24
when you see me i’m like a zombie and i drive like a junkie
a step away from frontal ’cause i’m always surp-ssin’
i forget about the brake pedal, i accelerate with no knowledge
rrah, rrah, rrah, the true thug straight from satra
you see the octopus? blood is jumping out of it’s wig
pow, pow, pow, i don’t want to see them in control anymore
it’s satra’s time, pow, pow, pow, pow, o.$.o.d. the monopoly
wah, wah, wah, wah, woo

- satra b e n z english

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