Vorbe - La Familia, Uzzi

Vorbe, vorbe

Sunt vorbe de cacat

Le-aud in fiecare zi

Vorbe, sunt vorbe de cacat

Le-aud in fiecare zi

Unii sufera de smecherie, dar 's vai mortii lor

Cauta sa se umfle in fata fraierilor, sclavilor,

Cateva vorbe sunt un cacat,

Nici o minciuna nu te face mai baiat

Degeaba vorbesti prin cartier ca esti milionar

Cand de fapt n-ai zece mii in buzunar!

Altii spun nume de smecheri, de neamuri de tigani

Dar vorbele lor nu valoreaza doi bani.

Orice sclav tremura cand e sa-si ia omor

Orice tigan mai inbracat se crede Fane spoitoru'

Vorbele n-au valoare, faptele conteaza!

Smecherii se cunosc, nu se inventeaza

Bulangii ma streseaza, cand abereaza

Sa vedem ce poti, vorbele nu ma impresioneaza

Pentru cine cant?

Am sa-ti raspund!

Ma gasesti aici in Salajan, nu ma ascund!

Nu vorbi fara sa stii

Nu halii mereu ce auzi de la altii,

Nu te da ce nu poti sa fii

Sunt vorbe de cacat, le-aud in fiecare zi

II:

Pentru ca fraierii sa-nceapa sa cunoasca veteranii

Eplic despre cum e zi de zi si cum trec anii:

Sunt baietii care fac

Si sunt tarfele cu muia

Din cartier de la mine, pana-n salajan la Puya

Poti sa faci un teanc de bani

daca scoti bine o vorba

Dar mai poti c-o simpla vorba sa ajungi la morga

In fiecare zi

Si in fiecare seara

Apare gabor dupa gabor aproape-n fiecare scara

Care ei in prostia lor.

Astepta doar o vorba sa te duca la **

Am ramas cu ai mei

Si ei cu mine ca la-nceput

Turnatorii de baieti s-au separat de mult

Deci **** pentru gabori, **** pentru tarfe barfitoare de barfe

Am respect pentru cei care-au trait ca mine,

Restu: poc, poc, poc, poc, poc

Pentru tine.

Zi!

III:

De multe ori o vorba spusa aiurea-i mult mai grea

Aduce mai multa violenta ca o fapta rea

Face dintr-o domnisoara cuminte o tarfa

Dintr-un baietas de cartier subiect de barfa

Se aude ca nu stiu ce pustioaica ar suge p***,

Frate, fiecare face ce stie cu gura!

Multi sclavi vorbesc aiurea doar ca sa se bage-n seama

Si am impresia ca adevarul le provoaca teama

Daca nu ma crezi inseamna ca n-ai vazut

Scandaluri intre baietasi pentru o vorba-n vant

Pentru o-njuratura spusa la betie

Baietasii zac pe mese la urgenta in prostie

Multi altii ar fi acum in libertate,

Daca nu ar fi plecat capul la vorbe aruncate pe la spate

Fraierii vorbesc cat se poate, dar nu stiu

Ca o sЇmpla vorba le poate aduce, moarte!!!

Talk, talk

It's bullshit

I hear them every day

Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh!

I hear them every day

Some suffer tricks, but woe to their deaths

Seek to swell in the face of fools, slaves,

A few words are shit,

No lie makes you a boy

It's useless to talk around the neighborhood that you're a millionaire

When in fact you don't have ten thousand in your pocket!

Others say names of tricks, of gypsy nations

But their words are not worth the money.

Every slave trembled when it came to killing himself

Any more gypsy dressed is believed to be Fane spoitoru '

Words have no value, deeds matter!

The tricks are known, not invented

Bulangs stress me out when I get angry

Let's see what you can do, the words don't impress me

Who do I sing for?

I'll answer you!

You can find me here in Salajan, I'm not hiding!

Don't talk without knowing

Don't always listen to what you hear from others,

Don't give in to what you can't be

There are shitty words, I hear them every day

II:

For the suckers to get to know the veterans

I apply about how it is every day and how the years go by:

It's the boys who do it

And they're bitch with a blowjob

From my neighborhood to Salajan in Puya

You can make a pile of money

if you speak well

But you can just get to the morgue

Every day

And every night

Gabor after gabor appears on almost every staircase

Which they in their stupidity.

Just waiting for a word to take you to **

I stayed with my family

And they with me as in the beginning

The founders of the boys have long since separated

So **** for gabors, **** for gossiping gossip bitches

I have respect for those who have lived like me,

Rest: little, little, little, little, little

For you.

Day!

III:

Often a nonsense is much harder

It brings more violence than a bad deed

Make a good lady a bitch

From a gossipy neighborhood boy

It sounds like I don't know what kid would suck p ***,

Brother, everyone does what they know with their mouths!

Many slaves talk nonsense just to get noticed

And I have the impression that the truth makes them afraid

If you don't believe me, it means you haven't seen me

Scandals between boys for a word in the wind

For a drunken curse

The boys are lying on the emergency table in a hurry

Many others would now be free,

If he hadn't bowed his head at the words thrown at him from behind

Suckers talk as much as they can, but I don't know

As a simple word, he can bring them death !!!