Made It - Saad Khan Übersetzung ins Englische

Made It

Naya saal, par vibe old school
Jata school tha par bheje mein tha raja
Mera shoq lagta class ko fuzool tha
Aur aaj sunta mere gaane poora school haan
Aja aja
Aakay sun tu bhi baat cheet
Kaat peet beat ki aur bars wali maar peet
Mainay har baari apne mann ki baat ki
Aur aagay barha tum toh krte reh gaye haar jeet
Khair
Main Rockstar, doonga tujhe max pain (Max Payne)
Remedy nahi milni cuz I'm ill jese Hopsin
No Words in rappers k liye paas mere
Khud ko samjhen G.O.A.T, khud hi ko ye ghaas de rahay
Nahi matlab itna attitude kis baat ka?
Ghisi nai hai tu ne hua paida barhay baap ka
Seerhi charh wese pohonchega bhai hath na
Ye sila saalon baad mila mujhe raat o raat na
Nose krti grow gar tu hota Pinocchio
Jhoot se bharpoor fans ko pehnaate topiyan
O.G. main Nokia ye bas maaren shokhiyan
Ban gaya junoon jo shuru kiya shauqiya
Jo kiya hard kiya halkay mein main aata nahi hoon
Kab se aaya scene mein ab yahan se main jata nahi hoon
Chahta nahi hoon, k fam ko udaas karun
Hojae thori dair beshak gaana par main khaas karun
Fast karun flow
Tujhe samajh nahi aana beta kakkh bhi tu rehn de
Vibe old school, mode nai hai rampage
Rampage hota tab tu dhoondta koi bandage
Aaj nahi toh kal hogi bohat barhi fanbase
Naya nai scene mein main kabse shamil
Kaam kiya ill usi se main bana kaamil
Ye rab ki dain tabhi humble beshak aa mil
Heat boht tracks mein, beshak maara na mil
Kabil loag bolen mujhe underrated
Jahil loagon k liye main most hated
Lekin meri nazar mein wo sab faded
Halka krte boj dil ka gaali dekar, frustrated

I made it, ab toh sunte mere rap wo
I made it, I put my city on the map bro
I made it, i got homies on my back bro
Shit ain't whack, when i am on the track you know
I made it, ab toh sunte mere rap wo
I made it, I put my city on the map bro
I made it, i got homies on my back bro
Shit ain't whack, when i am on the track you know

Sunno, na bano mere aagay phannay khan
Likkhe jab bhi geet mainay raakh kiye pannay aur
Chabwae mainay khoob ye le lohay waale chanay kha
Loyalty rare doghlon se meri banay na
Pressure leta nahi karta bas apni main
Snitches na paalta ab rehta loyal company mein
Hustle karke chala chalta nahi sympathy pe
Launda Attock shehr ka ab bajay poori country mein

Made It

New year, but vibes old school
I went to school but I was the king in my head
I was so into my hobbies that I thought class was useless
And today the whole school listens to my songs
Come on
Come here and have a listen
Slaughter the beat and slay with words
I always spoke my mind
While you were busy playing and losing
Anyway
I'm a rockstar, I'll give you maximum pain (Max Payne)
No remedy for you because I'm ill like Hopsin
I have nothing to say to these rappers
They think they're the G.O.A.T.s, they're smoking their own grass
What's the point of all this attitude?
You're just a nobody, your daddy raised you
You can't climb the ladder if you don't have a hand
It took me years to get this overnight success
Your nose would grow if you were Pinocchio
Full of lies, you're fooling your fans
I'm O.G. Nokia, I just talk big
What started as a hobby turned into my passion
I do everything hard, I don't take it lightly
I've been in the scene for so long, I'm not leaving
I don't want to disappoint my family
I'll be gone for a while, but I'll make it special for them
Fast rap
You can't keep up, stop trying
Vibe old school, no rage mode
If I flipped, you'd need a bandage
Today, tomorrow, my fanbase will grow
I'm not new to the scene, I've been here for a while
I worked hard and it made me perfect
This is God's gift, so be humble and come close
My tracks are hot, you won't find anything like them
Good people say I'm underrated
Ignorant people hate me the most
But I don't care about them
They're just trying to relieve their stress by cursing at me

I made it, now they listen to my rap
I made it, I put my city on the map
I made it, I have my homies behind me
My shit's not whack, when I'm on the track you know
I made it, now they listen to my rap
I made it, I put my city on the map
I made it, I have my homies behind me
My shit's not whack, when I'm on the track you know

Listen, don't act like fools
Whenever I write a song, I burn through pages
And I've chewed on plenty of tough chickpeas
Loyalty is rare, don't betray me
I don't take pressure, I just do my own thing
I don't hang out with snitches, I keep loyal company
I hustle my way, I don't rely on sympathy
I'm from Attock, but now the whole country knows my name