Paroles et traduction Afusic - Aslah

Aslah

Chale qalam jese asla hay bach k bhag
Jab bhi gaya raag mic pakray aag
Ye Hyderabad hay idhar banda bikta khaak
Jo bhi aya arhay wo ab dikhta na

God damnn I'm believer
Aint no fukin with your politics
We just go for the kill yeaa
Mujhay chahie nahi apologies

Main soch rha
Main likhun kya
Ya kill karun ye beat bhi ya chorun kya
Tu sun zara
Mujhay bta
Kyun NHS k bhar mujhay milay na

I know tere khoon main hay bharwat
I'm really disappointed at you Imtiaz Arshad
Ham dono hi hen rohit main hun sharma tu dumbfuck
Skill kare match meri bete teri hasrat

Has mat

Jese ziddi larka qut k hase baap se
Yaden hain wabasta teri Haezi k chamat se
Qasimabad to kohsar khajaen larkay Hyderabad k
Galiyon se milen lashen hotay rehtay hadsay

Career main milawat
Kuch nahi likh mujhay hasa mat
Na waqif sar ko khuja mat
Salam thok samjh kala bas
Haramkhor
Apnay gal ko sehla mat
Mohtaj tu
Mera art hay salamat
100 bar tu
Mar k phir aja wapas
Phir bhi nai
Hogi tujh pe na aamad

Sunayi degi moat tujhe pehli bar
Utha mujhay bete main to hun tayyar
Main chaoni ka larka sada talkh mizaj
Main hi judge hun main hi qanoon main hi hun sarkar aye

Bol kiska hua yaha waqt kab
Lamhon main palattay hain takht sab
Tere pass tere sath tera raqt ab
Likhay sach abhi tak

Chale qalam jese asla hay bach k bhag
Jab bhi gaya raag mic pakray aag
Ye Hyderabad hay idhar banda bikta khaak
Jo bhi aya arhay wo ab dikhta na

God damnn I'm believer
Aint no fukin with your politics
We just go for the kill yeaa
Mujhay chahie nahi apologies

Aslah

Run away like a coward pen
Whenever the beat drops, take hold of the mic
This is Hyderabad, where talents end in vain
Those who rise don't last here

Goddammit, I'm a believer
Don't play with your politics
We just go for the kill, yeah
I don't want apologies

I'm considering
What should I write
Or should I just kill this beat and let it go
Listen up
Tell me
Why can't I get into the NHS

I know you're full of talent
I'm really disappointed in you, Imtiaz Arshad
We're both named Rohit, I'm the smart one, you're the idiot
My skill can match your dreams

Don't laugh

Like a stubborn child, always laughing at his father
Memories are tied to your menstrual cycle
From Qasimabad to Kohsar, the boys of Hyderabad
Bodies litter the streets, accidents keep happening

Career of deception
Don't write anything, don't make me laugh
Don't scratch your head
Just understand the art, that's all
You good-for-nothing
Stop patting yourself on the back
You're nothing without me
My art is safe
Die a hundred times
And come back to life
Even then
You won't be able to come near me

You'll hear defeat for the first time
Stand up, my son, I'm ready
I'm a boy from Chaoni, always bitter
I'm the judge, the law, and the government, man. Look at you

Tell me, who's got the time?
Thrones change in a matter of moments
Your blood is all you have left
Still writing the truth

Run away like a coward pen
Whenever the beat drops, take hold of the mic
This is Hyderabad, where talents end in vain
Those who rise don't last here

Goddammit, I'm a believer
Don't play with your politics
We just go for the kill, yeah
I don't want apologies