
Below is the lyrics of the song Poliția Rap , artist - Doc with translation
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Doc
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, aruncă mic-u`
Acum oprește track-u`, nu, nu te opune, n-ai cum
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, tu vii cu noi
Ăștia ca tine sunt falși doar ambalaj și devin gunoi
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, aruncă mic-u`
Acum oprește track-u`, nu, nu te opune, n-ai cum
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, tu vii cu noi
Ăștia ca tine sunt falși doar ambalaj și devin gunoi
Am zis mainile sus, Politia Rap, arunca pixu
Nu te misca brusc, suntem multi, parca-l vanam pe Jigsaw
Te-am auzit, nu e talent, eastbay, dai multe chixuri
Sper ca m-asculti atent bai pestisor de MaxiMix-uri
Scuip impertinent si asta inerent implica riscuri
Spune-i DJ-ului tău s-o ardă atlet, s-arunce discul
Fii atent, ai dreptul sa taci si o sa m-asigur c-o so faci
Si strofa aia noua de te rupe-n doua sigur n-o s-o bagi
Hai, baga-l in duba ca altfel îi dau sa sara
Mă supără îl fac praf ,îl trag pe nară
Nu mai suport, nu mai pot, pot
Sergentii mei astia nu mai mor
Cauta dovezi, beat-uri, texte
Uita, după cum vezi, și titlul este
Tradus, i-am spus, a pus gunoiul si ea sare-n aer ca Fasters, zic
Mainile sus, Politia Rap, arunca-ti mic-u
Mainile sus, pozitia drepti, hai dute dracu
Cu trupa, cu tot, nu va mai sufar deloc
Emite leagan, nu va suport, deja imi futeti track-u
Si dupa catuse, de 3 ori foc, cenuse
Electrosoc pentru sezut, genunchii si nu’s vreo matuse
Cine a zis sectorul romanesc
Hotii se simt si stiu ca le vorbesc in rest nu ma opresc
Cred ca turbez daca aud sau sesizez inca un furt
Nu ma mai joc, nu ma incurc, va iau pe toti pe rand si-o sa va f*t
Acum sunt rupt cu legumele
Cu toate albumele si glumele, zi-mi numele
Am foc.
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, aruncă mic-u`
Acum oprește track-u`, nu, nu te opune, n-ai cum
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, tu vii cu noi
Ăștia ca tine sunt falși doar ambalaj și devin gunoi
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, aruncă mic-u`
Acum oprește track-u`, nu, nu te opune, n-ai cum
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, tu vii cu noi
Ăștia ca tine sunt falși doar ambalaj și devin gunoi
Yo, toata lumea drepti, e generalu Del de la Capitala
Am venit in inspectie, ziceai ca-i full la show, vad sala goala
Toata-i cardeala, nasoala, da-mi sa vad ce-ai pus pe coala
Stai sa aud ce-ai dat pe goarna, care minte, care toarna
Care scuipa bine de tot, scapa cu bine de mine nu pot
Sa te las sa treci ca-mi esti nepot, sau ca-ti pui femeia sa-mi faca bot
Probleme la articulat, ma doare-n cot
Nu ma coafeaza, nu-i vreun drog
Iti trebe bile, mare-n chilot, asta-i sport, cine gafeaza iese din lot
Ca altfel nu se face toc poc, cine poate sa scuipe-n joc foc
Asta nu-i vreo treaba de noroc, tre sa poti sa vii blana ca un cojoc
La faima nu-ti pierde capu ca Motoc
Ca dupa aia te prind baietii si ti-o-ntorc
Si cum te-a vazut Vlab ti-o coc
E Politia Rap la usa: Cioc, cioc…
Mainile sus, da nu mai sus de umar
Ca doctore iti iei grav taca de fapt
Uitat in fapt, in plin rap de hip hop
Politia Rap iti taie fata-n fata Garii de Nord
RRS in fata scarii de tot
Defatat la fata de ramai, daramat de tot atatea mui
Is pedofili, sunt puscarii, renunt complet la feronii
Cu tOTO, mic-uri, compasuri
Show in subsoluri, ganduri
Fur si grafu, treci ‘napoi, grav
Hai zi-mi ca esti bagat in raft
Si scapi, de drag ca nu mai faci
Dateaza-te in autograf
De acum esti ilegal, pe scena chin, vrei sa mai scrii
Sa nu te prind, ineptii ca-ti iau firul tu parti?
Si poti continua, sa piratezi, sa ne comentezi, sa te inflamezi
Dar nu poti sa faci rap, ca te arestez
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, aruncă mic-u`
Acum oprește track-u`, nu, nu te opune, n-ai cum
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, tu vii cu noi
Ăștia ca tine sunt falși doar ambalaj și devin gunoi
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, aruncă mic-u`
Acum oprește track-u`, nu, nu te opune, n-ai cum
Mâinile sus, Poliția Rap, tu vii cu noi
Ăștia ca tine sunt falși doar ambalaj și devin gunoi
Hands up, Rap Police, drop the mic-u'
Now stop track-u`, no, don't oppose it, you can't
Hands up, Rap Police, you're coming with us
People like you are fakes just packaging and become garbage
Hands up, Rap Police, drop the mic-u'
Now stop track-u`, no, don't oppose it, you can't
Hands up, Rap Police, you're coming with us
People like you are fakes just packaging and become garbage
I said hands up, Rap Police, throw the pen
Don't move suddenly, there are many of us, it's like we're hunting Jigsaw
I heard you, no talent, eastbay, you give a lot of quixos
I hope you listen to me carefully, fisher of MaxiMixes
I spit impertinently and this inherently involves risks
Tell your DJ to burn it athlete, throw the disc
Be careful, you have the right to remain silent and I will make sure you do
And that new stanza of breaking yourself in two, you certainly won't get it
Come on, put him in the van or I'll let him jump
I get angry, I crush him, I pull his nostrils
I can't take it anymore, I can't, I can
These sergeants of mine don't die anymore
Look for evidence, beats, texts
Look, as you can see, the title is too
Translated, I told her, she put the trash and she jumps in the air like Fasters, I say
Hands up, Rap Police, throw your little u
Hands up, position straight, let's go to hell
With the band, with everything, I won't suffer at all
Emit cradle, do not support you, you already fuck my track-u
And after handcuffs, 3 times fire, ashes
Electric shock for the seat, the knees and there's no aunt
Who said the Romanian sector?
Thieves feel and know that I'm talking to them, otherwise I don't stop
I think I'll riot if I hear or notice another theft
I don't play anymore, I don't mess around, I'll take you all in turn and I'll fuck you
Now I'm torn with vegetables
With all the albums and jokes, tell me your name
I have fire.
Hands up, Rap Police, drop the mic-u'
Now stop track-u`, no, don't oppose it, you can't
Hands up, Rap Police, you're coming with us
People like you are fakes just packaging and become garbage
Hands up, Rap Police, drop the mic-u'
Now stop track-u`, no, don't oppose it, you can't
Hands up, Rap Police, you're coming with us
People like you are fakes just packaging and become garbage
Yo, everyone right, it's General Del from the Capital
I came for the inspection, you said it was full at the show, I see the hall empty
It's all boring, nasty, let me see what you put on the paper
Let me hear what you said, who lies, who pours
Who spits well at everything, I can't get rid of me well
Let me pretend that you're my nephew, or that you're letting your wife fuck me
Joint problems, my elbow hurts
He doesn't do my hair, it's not some kind of drug
You need balls, big-in-panty, this is sport, whoever makes a mistake is out of the group
Otherwise, it's not easy, who can spit fire in the game
This is not a lucky thing, you will be able to come fur like a dog
Fame doesn't lose your head like Motoc
That after that the boys will catch you and give it back to you
And as Vlab saw you, I'll cook it for you
It's the Police Rap at the door: Knock, knock...
Hands up, yes not above the shoulder
As a doctor, you take your silence seriously
Forgotten in fact, full of hip hop rap
The Rap Police cut you off in front of the North Station
RRS in front of the staircase
Defeated in front of the rest, torn apart by so many people
They are pedophiles, they are prisoners, they completely give up on irons
With tOTO, mics, compasses
Show in basements, thoughts
Burglar and thief, go back, seriously
Come on tell me you're stuck on the shelf
And get away, glad you don't do it anymore
Date yourself in the autograph
From now on you are illegal, on the torture scene, you want to write more
Not to catch you, idiots, to take your lead?
And you can continue, to hack, to comment on us, to be inflamed
But you can't rap because I'll arrest you
Hands up, Rap Police, drop the mic-u'
Now stop track-u`, no, don't oppose it, you can't
Hands up, Rap Police, you're coming with us
People like you are fakes just packaging and become garbage
Hands up, Rap Police, drop the mic-u'
Now stop track-u`, no, don't oppose it, you can't
Hands up, Rap Police, you're coming with us
People like you are fakes just packaging and become garbage
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