Carabinieri - Satra B.E.N.Z., Golani

Pun ochelarii mei, Gianfranco Ferre, da

Cand eu-s in cartier, nimeni nu indrazneste sa deschida gura

Zdreanta ta ma place, garda ma cunoaste, n-are ce sa-mi faca

Poa' sa-mi suga pula, n-am nimic in casa, nu

Daca fratii mei n-au incredere, s-ar putea sa traga, yeah

Ca ce facem noi, ia vezi, look-uri, firme, asa, mai bine taci

Alo, stai, ba, coaie, hai, fi baiat destept

Nu vorbesti de bani, deci nu misc un deget, nu

Vorbeste frumos, las-o moale, incet

Prea mananci cacat, vezi sa nu te inneci

Hai, pofta buna, sa nu-ti ramana-n gat flowul meu

Ca tot ce ating frate, vinu-i aur

Pregateste fierul, frate, ca la noapte merg sa-i caut

Am fost plecat, dar vin acasa

Sunt golan de prima clasa

Scena trap stii ca-i a noastra

Pune banii pe masa, marfa jos, suma grasa

Cumpara, taie, vinde, stii ca garda nu ne prinde, ba

Cumpara, taie, vinde, stii ca garda nu ne prinde

Cumpara, taie, vinde, stii ca garda nu ne prinde, ba

Cumpara, taie, vinde, stii ca garda nu ne prinde

Sunt golan de strada, nu vezi?

Sunt golan de strada, nu vezi?

Sunt golan de strada, nu vezi?

Sunt golan de strada, nu vezi?

Dacule, suna-l mancati-as pe Luca sa vina cu Satra ca acuma dam pe ei

Nu mai dau bile din 2012, da-s afiliat cu cliqua GOLANI, fa

Satra Benzito, Romania, Italia, banii se dubleaza la ei si la noi

Doua familii, bagabonti loiali

Imi bag pula-n zdup, nu bag marfa pe gat

Pistolu-l fac, iti bag terori de golani (?)

Oh no, no, nu, stii ca esti in top

Grrah, grrah, grrah, felul de golani, stii ca esti pa

Prr, prr, prrrr, Satra Benzito, toata banda, fra

Yeah, yeah, yeah, muie carabinierii, garda, cioara

Si tarfele astea se uda diseara

OG, me sa che questi n’hanno capito de cosa se tratta, fratè, me sa che i’o

demo n’attimo da' spiegà, stamme a sentì, va

Iar ma deranjezi, futu-ti mortii ma-tii, cand vad cum comentezi

Am invatat ca baietii true sunt acolo si cand nu-i vezi

Daca vrei sa ne intalnim, vezi ca m-am batut rar

Dar cand am facut-o, in mortii lor, i-am trosnit exemplar

Cu fratimi-o Killa prin '98 cand ascultam «De Cartier»

Am mers cu tiganii la razboi, topoare reci, d-alea de fier

Si aveam 13 ani, coite, stiu saraci, dar si cu fite

Vrei s-o dam si stiu de ce, cu aia tari toti vor sa-ncerce

Vattene a fanculo va

Atata dai, atata primesti

Nu conteaza de-unde vii sau cine esti

Suntem toti egali in fata Domnului

Voi sunteti toti egali in fata drogului

Actiune ca in filme, ma, sa-nceapa drama

Fumez un blunt in timp ce ma tatueaza Hannah

Sunt atent, stochez informatia, intensitatea actiunii

Arta reflecta realitatea

Eu merg dupa reguli, g-yeah, ca eu fac bine

Deci nu ma fute la cap si nu ma face s-apelez la principii

Intinde-o ca Visana ca te scuip ca llama

Te dezbrac de valori ca pe Rosia Montana

Saruta-mi frantuzeste capul pulii, javra

Guta Bercenaru-n golaneala aia grava

Dacule, vino, coite, aicea pan' la nava

Ia peretele cu plasma sa dam pe ei, ei

Plow, plow, plow, motherfucker

Fuge gandacii astia ca de Raid

Eu sunt deasupra, atat de high

Cu OG Eastbull, fumam niste sky

Ai bani la tine?

Azi nu mai ai

Wait, wait, wait, vine politia, in pula mea

Intri-n plasa ca Dobrin, inaltimea sa

Cu Satra Benzema, rrr, gol, muie

I put on my glasses, Gianfranco Ferre, yes

When I'm in the neighborhood, no one dares to open their mouths

I like your rag, the guard knows me, he has nothing to do with me

I can suck my dick, I have nothing in the house, no

If my brothers don't trust me, they might shoot, yeah

Like what we do, you see, looks, companies, so, you better shut up

Hello, wait, shit, shit, come on, be a smart boy

You're not talking about money, so I'm not moving a finger, no

Speak nicely, let it go, slowly

You eat too much shit, make sure you don't drown

Come on, good luck, don't let my flow get in your throat

Like everything I touch brother, gold comes to him

Get the iron ready, brother, I'm going to look for it at night

I'm gone, but I'm coming home

I'm a first-class scumbag

You know the trap scene is ours

Put the money on the table, the goods down, the fat amount

Buy, cut, sell, you know the guard doesn't catch us

Buy, cut, sell, you know the guard doesn't catch us

Buy, cut, sell, you know the guard doesn't catch us

Buy, cut, sell, you know the guard doesn't catch us

I'm a street scumbag, don't you see?

I'm a street scumbag, don't you see?

I'm a street scumbag, don't you see?

I'm a street scumbag, don't you see?

Dacule, call me, I would eat Luca to come with Satra, because now we have them

I haven't given balls since 2012, I am affiliated with the GOLANI clique, fa

Satra Benzito, Romania, Italy, the money doubles with them and with us

Two families, loyal tramps

I put my dick in my throat, I don't put merchandise on my neck

I'm doing the gun, I'm terrorizing you (?)

Oh no, no, no, you know you're on top

Grrah, grrah, grrah, kind of crap, you know you're a pa

Prr, prr, prrrr, Satra Benzito, the whole band, fra

Yeah, yeah, yeah, carabinieri blowjob, guard, crow

And these bitches are getting wet tonight

OG, I know they've figured it out, bro, I know

Come on in, take a look and enjoy yourself!

You bother me again, fuck your dead, when I see how you comment

I learned that the true boys are there even when you don't see them

If you want to meet, you see, I've rarely fought

But when I did, in their deaths, I cracked their copy

With Killa's brothers in '98 when we listened to "De Cartier"

I went to war with the gypsies, cold axes, iron ones

And I was 13 years old, coitus, I know poor, but also fit

You want to give it a go and I know why, with that country everyone wants to try

Fuck you

The more you give, the more you receive

It doesn't matter where you come from or who you are

We are all equal before the Lord

You are all equal in the face of drugs

Action like in the movies, let the drama begin

I smoke a blunt while Hannah tattoos me

I am careful, I store the information, the intensity of the action

Art reflects reality

I follow the rules, g-yeah, I'm fine

So don't fuck me up and don't make me resort to principles

Spread it out like Visana, I'll spit on you like a llama

I strip you of values ​​like Rosia Montana

Kiss my French cock head, asshole

Guta Bercenaru in that serious nonsense

Dacule, come, coite, here to the ship

Take the plasma wall and hit them

Plow, plow, plow, motherfucker

These cockroaches are running away like raids

I'm on top, so high

With OG Eastbull, we smoked some sky

Do you have money?

You don't have it today

Wait, wait, wait, the police are coming, in my dick

Enter the net like Dobrin, his height

With Satra Benzema, rrr, naked, blowjob