Paroles et traduction Dikara B - Galap

Galap

Yo
I just like uuuh
Dong su paling sadap
Cakap stelan tinggi mar di mukanya senyap
Like uuuh
Mar tinggal di tempat
Komentar paling bagus tapi hanyut di galap
Biking malu par sandiri luas mulu otak sempit
Macam anjing di kebiri ganti otak jadi tumit
Bukan par seng suka tapi beta ni su bosan
Pandang dari jauh yang berkoar macam mutan
Kosong like senyap tamba zonk langsung genap
Mangarti sekejap dapat hasilnya gelap
Kaco kaco naik pandu yang bicara pada murka
Tanya pada siapa hilang arah kaca muka
Ancor lele dong gulat sapa pele
Tarika dari jauh tapi liat sapa kele
Itu tuh yang jago tu dong batunju
Pake tinju tamba keju sajam bukan jutsu
Mungkin tau nanti dengar sajak ini
Bahasa beta susah jadi orang seng mangarti
Dan salahakan intuisi
Lantas pada siapa beta buatkan puisi
Pulang ka ulang mo tmba ka buang
Bicra par tuang jalankan tu sulang
Trus pala kas tumbang bayarkan deng uang tu poro yang gudang
Dan tuang mau ulang ka buang
Ka tuangkan jalan sampe mati ini barang
Su seng kasi lay peluang
Uuuuh
Dong su paling sadap
Cakap stelan tinggi mar di mukanya senyap
Like uuuuh
Mar tinggal di tempat komentar paling bagus tapi hanyut di galap

Galap

Yo
I just like uuuh
The most cunning guys
They speak in high style, but remain silent in your face
Like uuuh
Staying in their place
The best comments but they disappear in the darkness
Making themselves feel ashamed, they always talk big, but their minds are narrow
Like a castrated dog, they replaced their brains with heels
It's not because I like it, but I'm already tired of it
Looking from afar, they roar like mutants
Empty like silence, they are added to the darkness, and it immediately becomes complete
They understand in an instant, and the result is darkness
The noisy ones go up, guiding those who speak with anger
Ask anyone, the direction of the glass face is lost
Anchoring the catfish, they grapple, who is the wrestler
They pull from afar, but who do they see?
That's the one who's good, that's the one who punches
He uses fists, adds cheese, sharp, not jutsu
Maybe you'll know, then you'll hear this rhyme
My language is difficult, so people don't understand
And they blame intuition
So who will I write poetry for?
I come back to it again, maybe I'll throw it away
Speak to the pour, run the slingshot
Then the head falls, pay with money, those who are in the warehouse
And the pour wants to go back and throw it away
I'm pouring, going until death, this thing
I don't give a chance
Uuuuh
The most cunning guys
They speak in high style, but remain silent in your face
Like uuuuh
Staying in their place, the best comments but they disappear in the darkness