Translation of the song lyrics Carabinieri - Satra B.E.N.Z., Golani

Carabinieri (original)

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

(translation)

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