Paroles et traduction Decoy - Bi Sigara

Bi Sigara

Bu nası bi yaşam aga bu nası bi savaş
Kimileri deli dedi kimiside paşa
Biri dedi geber aga ötekisi yaşa, vur
Rapim arasına sıkışamaz aga para pul
Yarası açılana twit olur aga sulh
Yarısı fenomene yarısı da popa kul
Ya da bi hesap açıp içeriği ara dur
Bi kaşara da cash vur bu sanat için soyunur
Nası dimi kolay iş
Ya da twiche gir 2 göğüs açıp bağış at
Çıkıyolar arşa sokalar o telaşa
Botu basıp rape adım atamaz o kaaşar
Katı rapin şöhreti bu taşır ağır ağalar
Kapan odana ve geçip bi köşe de ağla
Ba-ba-bağıra ba-ba-bağıra kusarsın içi
O bela dedikleri ise nişantaşı bebeği
Biride 5 senede bi çıkadurdu benim rapçi dedi
Göremedik ki kendi şehri sevemiyorken iti
Tonla veledi var derim ki düzünelerce sikik
Kral dedikleri de makyaj korumalarla gezip gezip hava at
Bu seninkisi yara, kesip kesip deri at bi penisilin ara
Bi de çıkıp yeni nesiline çekiyo da kulak aga
Sönecek o ateşiniz basa basa faka
Bunu da kaza kaza çıkar hadi it tipinle
Suratı kasa kasa dinledin dimi
Nasılsa kasım kasım asılası kasık ağrısı
Şekilde devriminde komik haa
Sokarım mekanın o kralına fuck off a

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TV'de bitti şimdi youtube'da trend
Ağlamaklı şimdi zamanında sömüren
Beter olun indiremen rapi tepeden
Acı gerçek yok hiç böyle üretebilen
Klavyede asıp kesen gogocu nesil
İzlerken hadiseyi ekranı bile sikesi gelir
Bu da biter elbette bi yenisi gelir
Nasılsa ülkemde gündemin cebi kara bi delik
Bad tribinle izledikçe tüm dünyanın
Etrafında döndüğünü sanıyosun ama boşuna
Keste dinle atladığında sahaya dev gibiydi prim
Şimdiyse boş yapıpta götü kaşıma
Biri de çıkıp demiyo ki bu nası kafa
Ederi cürümü kadar nefesi bokuna kokar
Bizde doğru bitmedikçe var o teslimat
9 köyde kuruldu bu teşkilat
Pa pa pa patlar bu harp rapte genetik
Gerildikçe yaylar izletir sanada gerilim
Bizim ki içerde ve bahanesi kenevir
E sizinkisi uçak içi 31'i denedi
Nedense haberlerin buna götü yemedi
Bedensel arzuların takibinde geneli
Kiminin kefenine dikiyolar cebini
Yeraltından yeryüzüne selam ola bebeğim

One Cigarette

What kind of life is this, baby, what kind of war is this?
Some people called me crazy, some called me a boss.
One said, "Die, man," the other said, "Live, shoot."
Money and cash can't squeeze into my rap, baby.
It becomes a tweet when someone's wounds are open, baby.
Half of them are phenomena, half of them are pop slaves.
Or open an account and search for content, wait.
A piece of cheese and a cash hit, he'll strip for this art.
How easy it is, right?
Or go to Twitch, open your two breasts and get donations.
They rise to the heavens, they put it in that rush.
That cheese can't take a step in rap after putting on a bot.
The fame of hard rap carries these heavy bosses.
Close your room and cry in a corner.
You'll scream, you'll scream, you'll vomit your insides.
That "trouble" they call is a Nişantaşı baby.
One also released a song once every five years, he said he's a rapper.
We haven't seen him love his own city, the poor thing.
He has tons of kids, I'd say dozens of dicks.
The king they call is also flaunting around with make-up and bodyguards.
This is your wound, keep cutting and throwing away the skin, find some penicillin.
And he comes out and pulls his new generation's ears, baby.
That fire of yours will die down, push by push.
You'll get this by accident, go ahead, you little dog.
You listened to his face, box by box, right?
It's like a groin pain that needs to be hanged, anyway.
In the form of a revolution, it's funny, huh.
I'll shove it up your king's ass, fuck off.

Give us one more cigarette. One cigarette, one cigarette, one more cigarette.
Give us one more cigarette. One cigarette, one cigarette, one more cigarette.
Give us one more cigarette. One cigarette, one cigarette, one more cigarette.
Give us one more cigarette. One cigarette, one cigarette, one more cigarette.

It's over on TV now, trending on YouTube.
Crying now, those who exploited it in time.
You're worse, you can't take rap down from the top.
There's no real pain, nobody who produces like that.
A keyboard-hanging, slashing, googly-eyed generation.
You'd want to fuck the screen while watching the event.
This will end too, a new one will come.
My country's agenda is a black hole.
With your bad vibes you watch the whole world's.
You think it's turning around you, but in vain.
The premium was huge when he cut and listened, jumping into the field.
Now he's just scratching his ass and talking nonsense.
Nobody comes out and says, "What kind of a head is this?"
His breath stinks like his crimes.
There's that delivery as long as we don't end right.
This organization was built in nine villages.
This war explodes, rap is genetic.
The more you pull the springs, the more it shows you tension.
Ours is inside, and the excuse is hemp.
And yours is 31 tried on the plane.
The news didn't have the guts for this reason.
Most of them are chasing their physical desires.
They're sewing their pockets onto someone's shroud.
Greetings from the underworld to the earth, baby.