Paroles et traduction Furkan Karakılıç - Sabah Silah Gece Bıçak

Sabah Silah Gece Bıçak

Ey, ey, ya
Wow, ey, ya, oh, ya
Ey, ey, ey
(Beat'te Furkan Digga)

Basarız senin de yarana tuz
Mermiler sıcak lan havalar buz
Korkma bak bize, geleni vur
Rakip yok bize, geleni vur

Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak

Basarız senin de yarana tuz
Mermiler sıcak lan havalar buz
Korkma bak bize, geleni vur
Rakip yok bize, geleni vur

Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak

Belimde altı makina
Birinin şarjörü bitince atarım çöpe
Bu vakit kaybı, akar para
Katliam çığlığı duyulur
Bulanır kana her yer oğlum
Katanam katar eğlence kafanı yarana kadar
Kafanı ikiye bölene kadar
Boğazın fısıldar takarım bir kere daha

Ya sus
Tribim karanlık doğuruyo'
Vahşeti severim oğlum yo'
Ateşe atarım oğlum yo'
Tut onu, çıkarın boğuluyo'
Belamız belayı doğuruyo'
Selalar ard arda okuyo'
Yine mi analar ağlıyo'
Sakorphe yine de doğruyo'

Basarız senin de yarana tuz
Mermiler sıcak lan havalar buz
Korkma bak bize, geleni vur
Rakip yok bize, geleni vur

Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak

Basarız senin de yarana tuz
Mermiler sıcak lan havalar buz
Korkma bak bize, geleni vur
Rakip yok bize, geleni vur

Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak
Sabah silah, gece bıçak

Wow, wha
Bra, bra, ey, ey, e-y
(Beat'te Furkan Digga)

Ay, ay, ay

Morning Gun, Night Knife

Hey, hey, yeah
Wow, hey, yeah, oh, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
(Furkan Digga on the beat)

I'll rub salt in your wound, baby
Bullets are hot, the weather is ice cold
Don't be afraid, look at us, shoot whoever comes
No rivals for us, shoot whoever comes

Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife

I'll rub salt in your wound, baby
Bullets are hot, the weather is ice cold
Don't be afraid, look at us, shoot whoever comes
No rivals for us, shoot whoever comes

Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife

Six guns on my waist
When one magazine runs out, I throw it away
This is a waste of time, money flows
Screams of carnage can be heard
Everywhere is covered in blood, girl
My katana adds fun until your head splits
Until your head splits in two
Your throat whispers, I'll stick it in one more time

Shut up
My vibe gives birth to darkness
I like brutality, girl, no
I throw it into the fire, girl, no
Hold her, she's choking, get her out
Our curse gives birth to more curse
Prayers are being read one after another
Are mothers crying again?
Sakorphe still rises

I'll rub salt in your wound, baby
Bullets are hot, the weather is ice cold
Don't be afraid, look at us, shoot whoever comes
No rivals for us, shoot whoever comes

Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife

I'll rub salt in your wound, baby
Bullets are hot, the weather is ice cold
Don't be afraid, look at us, shoot whoever comes
No rivals for us, shoot whoever comes

Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife
Morning gun, night knife

Wow, wha
Bra, bra, hey, hey, he-y
(Furkan Digga on the beat)

Oh, oh, oh