Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mambo Nr. 9, artist - Parazitii. Album song Lovitură De Pedeapsă, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 20cm, Forward Agency
Song language: Romanian
Mambo Nr. 9(original) |
Mambo, mambo, m-a imbolnavit una |
Samba, samba, samba, sa-mi bag pula |
Rupe pieptanul si arde feonul |
Tine lopata in mana cum tin eu creionul |
Plecam de la idea ca toate femeile-s la fel |
Cand le intinzi un deget, iti pun verigheta pe el |
Vino mai aproape sa-ti arat ceva ha ha ha |
Hai sa ne jucam de-a mama si de-a tata |
Tu o sa stai acasa, iar eu sa ies la bere |
Eu o sa merg la curve, tu o sa plangi la telenovele |
O sa-mi faci scandal, cand o sa vin acasa beat |
O sa te ignor, o sa te ascult, o sa te injur, o sa te bat |
Sa fim si noi ca toate celelalte cupluri |
Sa-mi mananci zilele sa nu-ti dau motive sa te bucuri |
Ar fi frumos cand te intorci de la servici |
S-o am pe alta in sifonier iar tu sa nu te prinzi |
S-avem doi copii frumosi pe care sa-i cresti numai tu |
Sa stau beat urcat pe baruri, tu la ma-ta si tac-tu |
Sa rupem patul cand te dau cu capul de recamier |
Ca ma minti ca ma inseli ca-ti faci de cap prin cartier |
Asta-i ce-ti ofer astea sunt regulile jocului |
Eu zic sa ne incercam norocul ca suntem da-ti dracului |
Nu-mi place cum te imbraci, imi place cum te dezbraci |
Si fa-mi un semn discret cu ochiul, daca vrei sa te bagi |
Mambo, mambo, m-a imbolnavit una |
Samba, samba, samba, sa-mi bag pula |
Rupe pieptanul si arde feonul |
Tine lopata in mana cum tin eu creionul |
Mambo, mambo, o sa te bat rau bagaboanto |
Surzii o sa zica ca ei lectii de canto |
Pumnul meu bate la ochi si tine de foame |
Avem aici la tratament, Pinochio cu silicoane |
Ai un suflet mare, de pasare, migratoare |
Orice ar fi tu esti de vina pe cuvant de onoare |
Te-am slobozit in gat cu gandul, la banii lu Vantu |
Si acum sunt pregatit moral, sa salvez pamantul |
Sunt eroul tau femeie, sclavul iubii la cheie |
Dau inapoi din stoc, sculament si gonoree |
Cand incerc sa patrund adanc in sufletul doamnei |
Ii dau s-o suga doua zile in Parcul Icoanei |
Fut fumat, sau beat, ca treaz mi-e frica |
In gatul ma-tii simulant, tonul spune ca-i mica |
Tata m-a invatat, mi-a zis exact, cum se face |
O futi in cur, o bati, o arunci pe scari, se intoarce |
Am si-o vorba inspirata de fosta nevasta |
Mie imi place la curve, ma simt ca acasa |
Iti dau reteta succesului, cu ochii inchisi |
Asculta piesa asta magica, cand nu poti sa te pisi |
Mambo, mambo, m-a imbolnavit una |
Samba, samba, samba, sa-mi bag pula |
Rupe pieptanul si arde feonul |
Tine lopata in mana cum tin eu creionul |
(translation) |
Mambo, mambo, one made me sick |
Samba, samba, samba, let's get my dick |
Break the comb and burn the hair dryer |
Hold the shovel in your hand as I hold the pencil |
We start from the idea that all women are the same |
When you extend a finger to them, I put your wedding ring on it |
Come closer to show you something ha ha ha |
Let's play mother and father |
You'll stay home and I'll go out for a beer |
I'm going to go to prostitutes, you're going to cry on soap operas |
You're going to make a fuss of me when I come home drunk |
I will ignore you, I will listen to you, I will swear at you, I will beat you |
Let's be like all the other couples |
Eat my days so I don't give you reasons to rejoice |
It would be nice when you get back from work |
I have another one in the closet and you don't get caught |
We have two beautiful children that only you can raise |
To sit drunk on the bars, you to me and you shut up |
Let's break the bed when I hit you with the headboard |
That you're lying to me that you're cheating on me in the neighborhood |
That's what the rules of the game offer you |
I say let's try our luck to be damned |
I don't like the way you dress, I like the way you undress |
And wink at me if you want to get in |
Mambo, mambo, one made me sick |
Samba, samba, samba, let's get my dick |
Break the comb and burn the hair dryer |
Hold the shovel in your hand as I hold the pencil |
Mambo, mambo, o sa te bat rau bagaboanto |
The deaf will say that they are singing lessons |
My fist strikes my eye and keeps you hungry |
We have Pinocchio with silicone here for treatment |
You have a big, bird-like, migratory soul |
Whatever it is, you're to blame for the word of honor |
I released you in the throat with the thought of Vantu's money |
And now I am morally ready to save the earth |
I'm your female hero, the key to love |
They give back from stock, drain and gonorrhea |
When I try to penetrate deep into the lady's soul |
I let her suck it for two days in the Icon Park |
Fut smoking, or drunk, that I am awake I am afraid |
In the throat you simulate me, the tone says it's small |
My father taught me, he told me exactly how to do it |
He fucks her in the ass, beats her, throws her on the stairs, returns |
I have a word inspired by my ex-wife |
I like whores, I feel at home |
I give you the recipe for success, with my eyes closed |
Listen to this magical song when you can't pee |
Mambo, mambo, one made me sick |
Samba, samba, samba, let's get my dick |
Break the comb and burn the hair dryer |
Hold the shovel in your hand as I hold the pencil |