Sayko - Cash Flow traduction en anglais

Sayko

Yeni jenerasyon, bu nasıl misyon?
Senin üstadınsa: Marilyn Manson!
Çocukları öldüren, sapıklara Pistol
Bang bang, Killa, bu da West Coast pisko!

Kokladın kokomoko sokaklarda
Yok ol, ota boka atlama!
Bi' baltaya sap ol, git it!
Hip-Hop oldu falafoş, tek yol karakol
Bullshit! GBT, TC kimlik no

Lemon Haze sever, mikrofonda Cash Flow
Şeklinde bi' gariplik; Bütün rhymlarında klon
İspiyon, seni gidi pis piyon!
Diss mi istiyon? İşte böyle dissliyom!

İzliyorum penceremden, Dünya'nın sonunu
Onun bunun çocuğu, hardcore bu boru mu?
Mikrofonumu aldım elime, indirdin donunu
Solunum borunu kesmek için kesecem yolunu

Türkçe rapi, zannetme arabesk
Kapa çeneni ve polisleri iyi kes
Kim bilir ya sokaklar, ya da kodes
İsyanım var bilader, kadere son ses

No stress, no cracks, no flex
Kimyasalı at elinden, sahte mutluluktur ex!
Sex tuzağına düşmüş pavyon kaşarı
Bataklıktan kurtul, o da sana başarı

Aşırı doz, cebinde para, çevrende dost
Kalmadı evlat, artık bu oyunu boz!
Para güç demek, yoluna koşuyor boss
Bizim işini koyan o, kahpe dölüne holocaust

Bu parçanın adı: "Şerefsize molotof!"
Her gün aynı sinema, hayat bize monoton
Bol kot ve sakat ot, sakın kırma hiç bi' pod
Ne bok yersen ye, paramı bul, bunun yolu yok!

Sayko

New generation, what kind of mission is this?
Your idol is Marilyn Manson!
Killing children, Pistol for perverts
Bang bang, Killa, this is West Coast psycho!

You sniffed cocaine in the streets
Fuck off, don't jump on everything!
Become useful, go away, dog!
Hip-Hop has become falafel, the only way is the police station
Bullshit! GBT, TC ID number

Lemon Haze lover, Cash Flow on the microphone
A strange form; clones in all your rhymes
Informer, you dirty pawn!
You want diss? Here's how I diss!

I watch the end of the world from my window
You son of a bitch, is this hardcore?
I took my microphone in my hand, and you pulled down your pants
I'll cut your windpipe to cut your way

Don't think Turkish rap is Arabesque
Shut up and watch out for the police
Who knows, either the streets or prison
I have a rebellion, brother, a loud voice against fate

No stress, no cracks, no flex
Get rid of the chemicals, fake happiness is ex!
Brothel starlet who has fallen into a sex trap
Get out of the swamp, that's success for you

Overdose, money in your pocket, friends around you
No more, it's time to break this game, kid!
Money means power, boss runs to your path
Holocaust to the evil offspring who gives us our jobs

The name of this song: "Molotov to the bastard!"
The same movie every day, life is monotonous for us
Baggy jeans and bad weed, don't break a pod at all
Eat whatever the hell you want, find my money, there's no way!