Sport Lyrics – Băieți Cuminți
Singer: Băieți Cuminți
Title: Sport
[yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sunt cam jos, mi-am luat damge [damge,damge,damge
Am iesit ca testoasele din sewage
Patru ore de somn
Nu dorm mult ca sunt domn [ah
Pun cartofu’ in tigaie [in tigaie
Am uitat lumina aprinsa in baie [aie
Mi-am facut si o salata [aye
Nu am vrut sa o fac lata [nah, nah ,nah, nah, nah
Am ajuns acasa mort
Tre’ sa ma apuc de s-sport
Tre’ sa ma apuc de s-sport
Tre’ sa ma apuc de ssport
Pete netede pe perete
Fete, tristeste, timpu trece
Munca, munca da pula, ura in mine creste
Ore nedormite, vin cu pleoape obosite
Ceasu’ suna pe la sapte
Pe la unspe mi-e aminte
Sa ma ridic in picioare
Este ora de plecare
Sportu n-are asteptare
Nu-mi pierd locu de onoare
Dar ma simt indurerat
Unde e premiul asteptat
Poate tot mai am de tras
Da’ stiu ca mai am de tras
Poate tie-ti par un chin
O ard seara pe drum lin
Nici nu ma vezi c#m vin, is m#th*rf#ck*r fin
Nu o ard cu daia care is baieti netoti
O ard numai cu daia m#th*rf#ck*r bagabonti
Unde vrei, unde pot sa dau
Ma gasesti pe strada, doar ma vezi, cu stii, nu stau
Dis de dimineata vin si dau cu dume, vin
Apoi mai tarziu strang banii si apoi revin
Apoi mai tarziu strang banii si apoi revin
Sportu’ e in mine si nu pot sa ma abtin
Apoi mai tarziu strang banii si apoi revin
Sportu’ e in mine si nu pot sa ma abtin
[aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Nu ma da in gat ca nu ma duc la sport
Am rau de minge, nu o suport
Imi iau scuriri, beau cafea de import
Stau in baia sus la trei, bag
Nu ma da in gat, frate, nu ma duc la sport
N-am haine la mine, le zic ca n-am ce sa port
Ma duc pe teren afara si aprind un cioc
Dau o tura peste drum, imi iau un hod-dog
Nu ma da in gat, frate, nu ma duc la sport
Nu ma duc ca nu imi place sa ma joc
Prefer sa stau acasa singur sa ma joc
Prefer sa stau in clasa unde am un bong
Nu ma da in gat ca nu ma duc la sport
Nu ma da in gat ca nu ma duc la sport
Nu ma da in gat ca nu ma duc la sport
Nu ma da in gat ca nu ma duc la sport
Nu ma duc la sport
[aye, yeah, hu
Baietii faceau scheme cu bmx-u
Da eu dadeam scheme pe manual cu pixu
Luam zece la toate grilele nimeream x-u
Lasa pliscu, papa biscu
Si nu mai comenta frate, p#rneste discu
Nasu in manual si gandu la sport
Pleaca de aici, nu te mai suport
Nu ma dau cu bicicleta, eu ma dau pe role
Nu imi pun la telefon amprenta, folosesc parole
Am spart presa in doua cand eram clasa 1-2
Am intrat intr-o ghereta de ziare, ce gunoi
Bine ca nu era prin zona nici-un copoi
Am mers plin de sange pe role, cine era ca noi, cine era ca noi
Am dat viteza mare spre policlinica
Am urcat pe role pan’ la unu nu e panica
M-a vazut un doctor mi-a dat o privire cinica
Mi-a zis ca nu cica nu am nimerit bine ca
Trebuia sa ma duc direct la urgenta la spital
Si am plecat inapoi pe role, ce fenomenal
N-a vrut sa ne ia cu taxi ca cica le murdarim
Mai porst de atat nu prea nimerim
Ne-a luat urma si ne-a dus pana la urma
M-am dus sa astept pe hol langa o mare turma
Si dupa cateva zeci de minute m-a cusut
Mi-a pus o atela, cusatura sa n-o fut
Am vorbit cu mama si m-a cam certat
A venit pana la mine si m-a ridicat
Oopsie ce pacat [ha] Oopsie ce pacat [ce pacat]
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Sport – English Translation
[Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I’m a little down, I got my Damge [Damge, Damge, Damge
I went out like Tortins in Sewage
Four hours of sleep
I’m not sleeping like I’m a gentleman [ah
Put potato ‘in pan [in pan
I forgot the light on the bathroom [AIE
I did a salad [Aye
I did not want to do it Lata [Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah
We got home dead
Trein ‘to grab the S-Sports
Trein ‘to grab the S-Sports
Tre ‘to grab the ssport
Pipes smooth on the wall
Girls, sadness, long passes
Work, work give dude, hate in me grows
Sleepless hours, come with tired eyelids
Watch ‘sounds on seven
On to Unswe you remember
To stand up
Is the time of departure
SPORTU does not have waiting
I don’t lose my house by honor
But I feel indured
Where is the expected prize
Maybe I still have to shoot
Yes’ I know I have more to shoot
Maybe you seem a chin
O Ard in the evening on the road Lin
Neither do you see me wine, is the fine m#th*rf#ck*r
Do not burn it with the Daia who is Netiti boys
A Burn Only With Daia m#th*rf#ck*r Bagabonti
Where you want, where can I give
You find me on the street, just see me, you know, I’m not staying
Dum in the morning come and dums, come
Then later the money and then come back
Then later the money and then come back
Sportu ‘is in me and I can’t abstain
Then later the money and then come back
Sportu ‘is in me and I can’t abstain
[Aye, Aye, Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Don’t give me in the throat I don’t go to sports
I bad of the ball, not a stand
I’m taking your tools, I drink Import Coffee
I’m sitting in Baia Up Three, Bag
Do not give me in the throat, brother, I’m not going to sports
I have no clothes on me, I say I do not have what to wear
I’m going on the land outside and light a beak
I give a turn over the road, I’m taking a Hod-Dog
Do not give me in the throat, brother, I’m not going to sports
I don’t go as I don’t like to play
I prefer to stay home alone to play
I prefer to stay in the class where I have a bong
Don’t give me in the throat I don’t go to sports
Don’t give me in the throat I don’t go to sports
Don’t give me in the throat I don’t go to sports
Don’t give me in the throat I don’t go to sports
I’m not going to sports
[Aye, Yeah, Hu
Boys made schemes with BMX-U
Yes I dade schemes on the manual with Pixu
We take ten to all Nimeream X-U grids
LASA PLISCU, Pope Biscu
And no brother remains, he starts talking
NASU in the manual and thinking at sports
Get out of here, do not support yourself
I’m not biked, I’m giving me on the rolls
I don’t put my fingerprint phone, I’m using passwords
I broke the press in two when I was class 1-2
I went into a newspaper booth, which garbage
Well that it was not through the area no cop
We went full of blood on the rollers, who was like us, who was like us
We gave high speed to polyclinic
I climbed Pan’s rolls to one is not panic
Saw me a doctor gave me a cynical look
He told me that I did not cica not good as
I had to go straight to urgency to the hospital
And I left back on the rollers, what phenomenal
He did not want to take us with Taxi as Cica Murdress
More PORST SO NO NIMERIM
She was following us and took us after
I went to wait in the hall near a big flock
And after a few tens of minutes he sew me
Put me a atheist, his stitch n-f#ck
I talked to my mom and quarreled me
Came up to me and lifted me
Oopsie what sin [ha] Oopsie what sin [what sin]
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Lyrics Băieți Cuminți – Sport
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