Străzile - Golani, Marko Glass, Bvcovia

E poveste, dragoste, visele

Strazile, strazile, strazile, strazile, strazile

Noptile, noptile, noptile, noptile, noptile

Strazile

Am atatea planuri, nu-mi ajung gandurile

Desole, imi pare rau dar tre' sa fac lovelele

Dragoste, pentru fratii care si-au dat zilele

Grijile, le-am lasat deoparte, totul e ok

Dupa mine poti sa vii daca vrei

Andale, ce poftesti iti ofer si stelele de pe cer

ganduri multe m-au format ce te astepti

Vrei poveste de dragoste, nu de-aia de cartier

Nu-mi ajunge doar un cap cu toate gândurile mele

pentru avere

Frați cu cazier și crede-mă nu e din plăcere

Nu te compara, ba vere

E poveste, de dragoste, visele (ah)

Cartiere, gramele, pistoale (ah)

Sunt notele, suflete, strazile (ah)

E poveste, dragoste, visele

Strazile, strazile, strazile, strazile, strazile

Noptile, noptile, noptile, noptile, noptile

Totul e ok, banii cascada

Lasa lumea asta sa vada

Toti credeau ca o sa cad (da)

Eu mi-am vazut mereu de treaba

Vad cum unii ma incearca

Dar aud mereu doar bla bla

Nu ma cauta pe strada

Doar discutii de brigada

Fata in fata nu au fapta

Nu vorbi de la inaltime

Sunt acolo, ma stii bine

Lasa arfele si hai, bye

Ey!

Fumam marijuana, pe strazi

Baby te iubesc

Doar se intampla des

Sa facem exces

Pana la succes, ah

Ey!

Ea nu e ca celelalte

Ey!

Stralucim ca diamante

Ey!

Nu exista nu se poate

Ey!

E poveste, de dragoste, visele (ah)

Cartiere, gramele, pistoale (ah)

Sunt notele, suflete, strazile (ah)

E poveste, dragoste, visele

Strazile, strazile, strazile, strazile, strazile

Noptile, noptile, noptile, noptile, noptile

It's a story, love, dreams

Streets, streets, streets, streets, streets

Nights, nights, nights, nights, nights

streets

I have so many plans, I can't get enough of my thoughts

Sorry, I'm sorry but I have to make a fuss

Love, for the brothers who gave their lives

Worries, I put them aside, everything is fine

After me you can come if you want

Andale, what do you want, the stars in the sky also offer you

Many thoughts have shaped what you expect

You want a love story, not a neighborhood one

I can't get enough of all my thoughts

for wealth

Brothers with a criminal record, and believe me, it's not a pleasure

Don't compare yourself, really

It's a story, love, dreams (ah)

Cartier, gramele, pistols (ah)

There are notes, souls, streets (ah)

It's a story, love, dreams

Streets, streets, streets, streets, streets

Nights, nights, nights, nights, nights

Everything is fine, the money is cascading

Let this world see

Everyone thought I was going to fall

I've always done my job

I see how some try me

But I always hear only blah blah

He's not looking for me on the street

Just brigade talks

Face to face they have no deed

Don't talk from a height

I'm there, you know me well

Leave the arfele and come on, bye

Hey!

We smoke marijuana on the streets

Baby I love you

It just happens often

Let's do the excess

Until success, ah

Hey!

She's not like the others

Hey!

We shine like diamonds

Hey!

There is no can't

Hey!

It's a story, love, dreams (ah)

Cartier, gramele, pistols (ah)

There are notes, souls, streets (ah)

It's a story, love, dreams

Streets, streets, streets, streets, streets

Nights, nights, nights, nights, nights