Lyrics and translation Electro Stunners - Go Karuna (feat. Kumba & Adies)

Go Karuna (feat. Kumba & Adies)

Ghar baithe roz
Poori raat bane banger
Bhai tera sick dikhe
Likhta bhi thick
Poori duniya ye bole
Launda bajega ye bhayankar
Dil ki talaash din me ghoome jaisa murda ye zinda ho laash
Khatarnaak bebaak dekhu khwaab ye kasaab jaise
Jaanleva janta mai buddhi kharaab
Mujhe bolo upper class
Jaise sabse mai uppar
Ankhe chaude kare sab dekhte ye zoom kar
Beat pe jo aau to mai beat phod du
Ye sab beef waalo ki to pehle peeth tod du
Saare bole ke ye kumba zyaada gaane nahi laata
Jab laata to fir bin khele jeet bol du mai
Aye jeet tere bhai ki
Numaish hai tabahi ki
Geet mere ayenge to
Beat mere bhai ki
Cheekhte dikhai de ye
Bheegte duhai me
Ye likhte na gayak hai
Mai khudme hi hype hai
Bandi bole mujhse zyaada kaam karte ho
Thode time bhi to do mujhse baat bhi karo
Ab kya bolu usse

Mere saatvi se saat dost abhi bhi mere saath hai
Launde kohinoor par ye hood middle class hai
Aaj bhi ye sar pe jo khoon se sawar hai
Ye bhaang bhare khoon me ye
Khoon se bimaar hai
Bimaari ki jo baat aye
Jhanda lehra do
Charas boii khet me to
Ganga birajo
Sanitizer hai haath me
Dost saare saath me
Mask pehne chehro pe aur saare bolo saath me
Kya
Corona Go

Go Karuna (feat. Kumba & Adies)

Sitting at home every day
Staying up all night making bangers
Brother, your lyrics are sick
And your writing is thick
The whole world says
This boy's gonna be a beast
My heart's desire roams around like a zombie come to life
Dangerous and fearless, I dream like a butcher
Deadly, I know my brain is twisted
Call me upper class
Like I'm above everyone
My eyes are burning hot, everyone's watching me zoom in
When I come on the beat, I break it down
All these beefers, I'm gonna break their backs first
Everybody says Kumba doesn't drop enough tracks
When I do, I win without even playing, I say
Aye, victory is yours, my brother
This is the display of destruction
When my songs come out
The beat is my brother's
They cry and appear
Drowning in despair
These writers aren't singers
I'm my own hype
My girl says I work too much
Give me a little time, talk to me too
What can I say to her now?

My friends from seventh grade are still with me
Boys, Kohinoor, but this hood is middle class
Today, this head is still turbaned with blood
It's filled with hashish
It's sick with blood
When it comes to sickness
Raise the flag
Charas boy in the field
Ganga resides
I have sanitizer in my hand
All my friends are with me
Wear masks on your faces and say it together
What?
Corona, Go