Poliția Rap - Doc

Poliția Rap - Doc

  • Year of release: 2011
  • Language: Romanian
  • Duration: 5:01

Below is the lyrics of the song Poliția Rap , artist - Doc with translation

Lyrics " Poliția Rap "

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Poliția Rap

Doc

Original text

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

Song translation

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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