Lyrics of Nu e ce auzi la radio - Skizzo Skillz, Mike Diamondz

Nu e ce auzi la radio (original)

Vad hateri, au glume ca si Seinfeld
Fraierii vorbesc cu gura inchisa ca si Garfield
My friend iti sare mustaru esti cabanos
Cand ma vezi nu zici nimic ca pantera roz
Ridic stachelele
La nivel de stele sa n-ajungi cu rachetelele
Super-skizzo pe zona sa moara fetele
Nintendo zici ca-s supermario
Cea mai tare piesa nu e ce auzi la radio
Copilul cu stilu si skilu cu kilu, rectific!
Copilu cu stilu si skilu cu kilu magnific!
Din Timishuaua in Bucuresti si pana in Cernavoda
Mai fresh ca mata ca atunci cand era la moda
E super tare uau, super uau
Super mega extra giga super tare uau
Supa dupa fly sa nu mai aud o vorba
Ca stilul tau e supa dupa ciorba
Nah nu e ce auzi la radio
Nu e ce auzi la radio
Toata lumea poa sa vada
Cea mai tare piesa e clar ca vine din strada
Nah nu e ce auzi la radio
Nu e ce auzi la radio
Auzi cum bubuie de afara
De la tine, din masina, de pe scara
Nu e in topuri, e in blocuri
Iti calc in superstaruri superstaru
Am super stil super fin nu sunt superstar
Cu super flow super wow o ard supadamn
Am super fete super sumare sunt supermen
Maaaan supererou cu superstil de ghetou
Poti sa imi zici liberou stil face brrrraka!
Super egou super argou de metrou
Se aude superecou stilu meu iti rupe craca
Nu te supara s-ar putea sa te supa-rupa
Totul se super pupa ba chiar se supra pupa
Acest supermc merita o super cupa
Dau super flow pe super piesa plus o supa dupa
Competitia nu apare
Am stil sau mi se pare
Da am stil nu mi se pare
Am flow super gras cau un super orez
Super umflat intr-un superobez
Bum!
Nah nu e ce auzi la radio
Nu e ce auzi la radio
Toata lumea poa sa vada
Cea mai tare piesa e clar ca vine din strada
Nah nu e ce auzi la radio
Nu e ce auzi la radio
Auzi cum bubuie de afara
De la tine, din masina, de pe scara
Copilu' cu stilu' si skilu' cu kilu'
Stii ce cred eu?
Ca muzica nu sta pe loc
Nu vine dintr-o cutie care-ti spune cand ai voie sa o ascult sau ce ritm sa aiba
Sau mai rau… cum trebuie sa sune
Muzica traieste si respira, exista ca tine
E libera sa mearga unde mergi tu si vine cu tine in locurile unde vrei sa ajungi
Cea mai tare piesa nu e ce auzi la radio, e aia care e unde esti tu
La scara cu baietii, intins pe iarba, in casti cand traversezi strada
Muzica e cea care o alegi tu, nu care-i aleasa pentru tine
Nu e in topuri, e in blocuri

(translation)

I see haters, they have jokes like Seinfeld
Suckers talk like closed mouths like Garfield
My friend, you must be a cabanos
When you see me, you don't say anything like the pink panther
I lift the stakes
At the level of stars do not reach with rockets
Super-skizzo on the area to kill the girls
Nintendo says I'm a superman
The coolest thing is not what you hear on the radio
The child with style and skilu with kilo, rectification!
Stylish baby and skilu with magnificent kilo!
From Timishua in Bucharest to Cernavoda
Fresher than matte than when it was fashionable
It's super cool wow, super wow
Super mega extra gig super hard wow
Soup after the fly so I don't hear another word
That your style is soup after soup
Nah, that's not what you hear on the radio
It's not what you hear on the radio
Everyone can see
The coolest song is clearly from the street
Nah, that's not what you hear on the radio
It's not what you hear on the radio
You hear him banging outside
From you, from the car, from the stairs
It's not in the charts, it's in the blocks
I step on you in superstar superstars
I have super fine style I'm not a superstar
With super flow super wow it burns supadamn
I have super short super girls are supermen
Maaaan superhero with ghetto superstar
You can call me free style brrrraka!
Super ego super subway jargon
It sounds super echo my style breaks your leg
Don't get upset, they might upset you
Everything is super stern and even over stern
This supermc deserves a super cup
I give super flow on the super piece plus a soup after
The competition does not appear
I have style or it seems to me
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
I flow super fat like a super rice
Super swollen in a superb
Boom!
Nah, that's not what you hear on the radio
It's not what you hear on the radio
Everyone can see
The coolest song is clearly from the street
Nah, that's not what you hear on the radio
It's not what you hear on the radio
You hear him banging outside
From you, from the car, from the stairs
Child with style and skilu with weight
Do you know what I think?
As the music does not stand still
It doesn't come from a box that tells you when you're allowed to listen to it or what rhythm it has
Or worse… how it should sound
Music lives and breathes, it exists like you
She is free to go where you go and come with you to the places you want to go
The coolest song is not what you hear on the radio, it's where you are
On the stairs with the boys, lying on the grass, in headphones when you cross the street
The music is the one you choose, not the one you choose
It's not in the charts, it's in the blocks