Paroles et traduction Khontkar - Altın Diş - DeadEye

Altın Diş - DeadEye

Alright, heh
Bizde autotune yok
Anlamam Hagi'den falan oğlum futbol değil hiç sikimde
Sana cevap aslında Twitter'dan derlerdim ama bi'
Trap star nasıl battle yapar onu göstereyim istedim
Kayıt falan sikimizde değil hava sıcak biliyo'n mu?
Göt yalamaya devam

Topla kofti dostlarını
Kültür fakiri pop-starını al da tıpış tıpış kay bakalım
Lan kural var mı bak bakalım, dal geçmişine
Bi' de özgeçmişime bak benim, çıkmaz sokakta lan evim
Çıktım sokaktan Mars yerim, para bizde gibi
O yüzden hepinizin birdenbire tarzı değişti
Yancı saflarını geliştir sen, ben dikte ve solfej demiştim
Apartman çocukları pek bi' sevimli
Pembe kafamla abilerinizle bi' güzel çayımı da içtim
Takıldığınız karılar fanım demiştim
Şimdi sen ağla, bu son gazda
Hafifletmem pedalımı asla, dedim asla
Aldatmasın asla sikmeyim company'ni
Şarkımdan çalıntı adla, bu "karma"
Bilmiyo'm futbol, kim o ama Khont Lebron
Balyoz gibi iniyo'm din dong, ziller çalıyo' kim o
Yine kim o bilmiyo'm diyo' ki sen bizi biliyo'n ne bu ego
Anlamsız kaygım yok senden var zilyon tane olsa da beton kariyerim
Trap equal Auto-Tune sizin için, onu bile düzgün söyleyemez sikik herif
Bana diyo' "Bronx'ta mı yaşadın" hayır sikik herif
Okuma yoksa aç Netflix sikik herif
Yine geldi bak yeri lafın "cahil herif"
Kafiye yok sana sikik herif kafiye ne ki size siz gidin geri geri
Damgam götünde şak aldım telif
Diss'in çok dandik lol üzdün beni
Kıyaslamamız olamaz cicim
Seninki bariz lan dümdüz beyin
Benimki rengarenk saçım gibi, flow çalıntı dediğin yanındaki
Sözlerime kadar gafiledi, karıma kadar küfürledi
Ama dönüp bana bunu yaptın dedi bok çukurundan çıkıp geldim
Tek başıma hep göğüs gerdim, göt yalamaktan mı şişik dilin
Tosun rapin bana hayli hafif, indirdim bana hep kalkan siki
Korkundan kendime kalkan diktim, burdayım hala lan nereye bittik

Hmm, bi' sana bakayım, bi' bana bakayım hmm
Producer, checked
Rap, checked
Singer, checked
Artworks, checked
Directing, checked
Styling, checked
Söyle Kaset ne var başka? Haha
Sana bakayım; Rapçi, hmm yetersiz bana göre
Üzgünüm canım ona göre, haha
Neydi o?
Ben bu şarkıyı hatırlamam da senin bundan sonra
Her doğum günümü hatırlayacak olman baya trajikomik
Bleedat
Khontkar
RedKey, RedKey
ModernThug

Gold Tooth - DeadEye

Alright, heh
We don't use Auto-Tune.
I don't understand Hagi or anything, son, football doesn't mean shit to me.
I would have answered you on Twitter, but
I wanted to show you how a trap star battles.
Recording or anything doesn't matter, the weather is hot, you know?
Keep licking ass.

Gather your cheesy friends,
Take your culturally deprived pop star and let's watch you tiptoe, tiptoe.
Look, are there any rules? Look at the past.
And look at my resume, my house is on a dead end street.
I came out of the streets, I eat Mars, it's like the money's with us.
That's why everyone suddenly changed their style.
You improve your sidekicks, I said dictation and solfège.
Apartment kids are so cute,
With my pink head, I had a nice tea with your elders.
I said the girls you're hanging out with are my fans.
Now you cry, this is the last gasp,
I will never ease up on my pedal, I said never.
May I never fuck your company,
With a name stolen from my song, this is "karma."
I don't know football, who is that but Khont Lebron.
I'm coming down like a sledgehammer, ding dong, the bells are ringing, who's that?
Who is it again, I don't know, saying you know us, what's this ego?
I don't have any meaningless anxiety, you have a zillion, even if there are a zillion, my career is concrete.
Trap equals Auto-Tune for you, you can't even say it right, you fucking idiot.
He's telling me, "Did you live in the Bronx?" No, you fucking idiot.
If you don't read, open Netflix, you fucking idiot.
Here it is again, the point of the conversation, "Ignorant guy."
There's no rhyme for you, you fucking idiot, what's a rhyme to you? You guys go back, back.
My stamp is on your ass, I got royalties.
Your diss is so corny, lol, you made me sad.
We can't be compared, honey,
Yours is obvious, man, flat brain.
Mine is like my colorful hair, the flow you call stolen is next to you.
He was careless even with my words, he cursed at my wife,
But he turned around and said you did this to me, I came out of the shithole.
I stood up to everyone alone, is your tongue swollen from licking ass?
Clumsy rap is quite light for me, he lowered all the shields for me.
I built my own shield out of fear, I'm still here, man, where did we end up?

Hmm, let me see you, let me see myself, hmm.
Producer, checked.
Rap, checked.
Singer, checked.
Artworks, checked.
Directing, checked.
Styling, checked.
Tell me, Kaset, what else is there? Haha.
Let me see you; Rapper, hmm, insufficient for me.
Sorry, honey, that's how it is, haha.
What was that?
I don't remember this song, but you will from now on.
It's quite tragicomic that you'll remember every birthday of mine.
Bleedat
Khontkar
RedKey, RedKey
ModernThug