Lyrics and translation Khontkar - MAL (ANTEN FREESTYLE II)

MAL (ANTEN FREESTYLE II)

Gelir geçer her şey, bu değil derdim sen de
Hiç bi' zaman boyun eğmem, ne sandın beni sen de
Bana derler üstat çünkü, senin gibi tembel olmadığım tabi sersem
Neler verdim bilsen
Yüzüne bak istersen, somurtuyon istemsiz
Kıskançlıktan kuduran herkese orta parmak istemsiz
Kalkar sen de kimdensin? Bizden olmayan siktirsin
RedKeyGang evim İzmir'dir, yanımda olmayan siktirsin
Yalakalar diktirsin götü, savaş açtım bilesin özü
Buysa işin dilesin ölüm, işkenceme dayancak gücün yok senin
Kameraya poz verin, birbirine giren narkotik "Koluma hanginiz gircek komserim?"
Yine çökük karar mekanizması, bazılarının boş verin
Zaman alcak alışmaları, bu kadarı da çok değil mi
En salağı bile kavradı, bunlar hala kazmadır
Meşhur olmak ister yanımda ama sanatçı değil diye haykırır

Bunlar mal harbiden
Bunlar mal (mal)
Bunlar mal harbiden
Bunlar mal, mal, mal

Bunlar mal harbiden
Bunlar mal (mal)
Bunlar mal harbiden
Bunlar mal, mal, mal

Bunlar mal harbiden
Bunlar mal, bunlar mal, bunlar mal
Bunlar mal harbiden
Bunlar mal, bunlar mal, bunlar mal, bunlar mal

MAL (ANTEN FREESTYLE II)

Everything comes and goes, this isn't my problem, neither are you
I'll never bow down, what did you think of me
They call me master because I'm not lazy like you, of course, idiot
If you only knew what I gave
You can look at your face if you want, you frown involuntarily
I give the middle finger involuntarily to everyone who's mad with envy
Get up, who are you? Whoever's not one of us, get lost
RedKeyGang, my home is Izmir, whoever's not with me, get lost
Let the suck-ups kiss ass, I declared war, you know what I mean
If that's how it is, wish for death, you don't have the strength to withstand my torture
Pose for the camera, narcotics getting into each other "Whose arm will you enter, officer?"
Again, a broken decision-making mechanism, never mind some people
It will take time for them to get used to it, isn't this a bit too much
Even the biggest fool understood, these are still idiots
He wants to be famous with me but cries out that he's not an artist

These dumb b*tches
These b*tches (b*tches)
These dumb b*tches
These b*tches, b*tches, b*tches

These dumb b*tches
These b*tches (b*tches)
These dumb b*tches
These b*tches, b*tches, b*tches

These dumb b*tches
These b*tches, these b*tches, these b*tches
These dumb b*tches
These b*tches, these b*tches, these b*tches, these b*tches