Paroles et traduction Ho3ein - Like a what (feat 30kas)

Like a what (feat 30kas)

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اولا علنا عرض شود علفم دود میشه
پله هارو تک تک بالا رو میبینم
بعد شمارو میگیرم کم تعدادین
که جمع دانتا بعد آلفا بتا
فرق دلتا تتاچند در میاد؟
حتما زیاد
چند وقت دیگه میشه مصرفیات
ادبیات میریزه به همو مغزم میگاد
سبزیجات تب سر سیاه
مینوسه دست مغز لب راوی طراحی میکنه
کلمه هارو بعد با بیت پرا ریخت
مخا کصخل لاسه دنیایه منه
با یه مشت غریبه توش
راه میرم بینشون
هدستا تو گوش
رو منو مواد پوش
تو رگو پکات کوش
تو رپو تلاش بیشتر لازم دارن
خط خطی ورقو بعدم پارن
I Don't Give a fuck About it
What do you Think About Me
I Don't Give a fuck About it
What do you Think About Me
Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A What
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
داری خبری؟ نه ولی کص خار بغلی
شهرتو جویده پوسترای عملی
خودتی و خودتو اخلاقای گوه تو
اخمایی که پیچیدی بستی جای کمری
شبا پره همه دوره همیم یه کله
بدنا فلج و بلداهم یه گله
گل دارم هه خودکارم گلبارون میکنن پشت سرت
کورور دود میبینی گولوپ خوردنت هه
تیم فرنگی چیل مرندی
په بابا چی میگی کندنت
از سر شصت پات تا دم گردنت ته
پدیده تر پدیده شب میگیره لب
اویل چرب و همگی جمع
ما روزا خواب یه وری دمری
بودا وار موزیکا عملی
I Don't Give a fuck About it
What do you Think About Me
I Don't Give a fuck About it
What do you Think About Me
Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A What
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
بینگو بینگو
بردیم رینگو
میاد میره
میده شیکو
سریع زین کن
ماشین لینکلن
حاجیت کاروله
آتیش زیپو
رنگاشون تابنده
چشا از جا کنده
آساشون باخنده
میگیرن رو بنده
انگاری هلنده
گلای کوبنده
دافای برنده
هه هه
Cocca.Cocca
Ahhh
Prrraah take a loca
منو نگاه یهو نری بگا
تو دست یه دریده پا قلاده پریده
جا ردشم همینه سوار سفینه
سنگینه دودمم سمیه همیشه
روزا خوب هوا دود
شبا زود فراموشی میگیرم
پکا کو ؟
داش برد.

Like a what (feat 30kas)

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First of all, let it be known that I smoke weed
I take it step by step and I see you rising
Then I take you down, you're just a few
That the sum of your teeth after alpha beta
How much does delta theta differ?
A lot, for sure
In a little while, it will be drugs
Literature falls apart and my brain tells me
Black fever vegetables
Minus hand brain lip narrator designs
Then he scattered the words with a beat
Brains are fucking bitches, it's my world
With a bunch of strangers in it
I walk among them
Headphones in my ears
Covered with drugs and materials
Where's your poison in your veins?
They need to work harder in rap
Scribble the paper and then tear it
I Don't Give a fuck About it
What do you Think About Me
I Don't Give a fuck About it
What do you Think About Me
Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A What
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
Do you have any news? No, but fucking armpit hair
Your city has chewed up surgical posters
It's you and yourself, your shitty morals
The frowns you've twisted up can be used for your waist
At night, we are all moths around the same flame
Our bodies are paralyzed and our herds are the same
I have flowers, ha, my automatic pen is showering behind you
You're blind, you're seeing smoke, you're choking
Iranian wrestling team, chill
What are you saying, old man?
From the big toe to the neck
The phenomenon, the phenomenon of the night takes lips
Oily at first, and all together
We sleep on our sides during the day
Buddha-like music is practical
I Don't Give a fuck About it
What do you Think About Me
I Don't Give a fuck About it
What do you Think About Me
Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A What
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
I'm Like A boss
Bingo, bingo
We won, Ringo
Comes and goes
Gives away chic
Saddle up fast
Lincoln car
Your wife is Carol
Zippo fire
Their colors are bright
Eyes popping out of their sockets
Their asses laughing
They take it on me
As if it were the Netherlands
Pounding flowers
Winning bitches
Ha ha
Cocca.Cocca
Ahhh
Prrraah take a loca
Look at me, don't go crazy
In the hands of a savage, a leash around your neck
The same goes for your footprints, riding a spaceship
My smoke is heavy, it's always toxic
The days are good, the air is smoke
I forget quickly at night
Where's the jack?
Dude, he took it.