Paroles et traduction Maestro - Sokakta Hayat Var

Sokakta Hayat Var

Hip-hop sokakta kavga, evde aile dırdırı
Yıllarca kovaladım ben mikrofonuma yırtınıp lan
Engel olanı geç bu pist virajlı, vebalı bedenlere bu rap ilaçtır
Git bi' biyografimi araştır lan
Gözlerin kamaştı kursakta, tükür ecelin olurum vuslatta
Hip-hop'ı dilime doladım gözünü karartır bro
Kan kusturur Maestro deriz
Paslansa da bozulmaz bak yeraltında mengenemiz
Yenge eriz bizle kapışana, pistte yarışana
Saygı sonsuz bizle rap için çatışana
Sokaklar badi kural tanımız bilin mi?
Kağıt kalem kalkanım, bak moruk bi' de dilim emanet benim hem dokuz milimli
Oldschool benim kafiyeme etken lan
Sana sıcak yuva bana karanlık sokaklar mesken bak
Yolun uzun bro kaybolma, bence yokla haritanı sen
Çünkü Kadıköy yeraltında bulunmayan patikadır
Sokakta hayat var bu benim gibi bi'çok insanı mest ediyo (mest ediyo)
Çalar Ghetto Blaster, oldschool rap kolonlara ses veriyo (ses veriyo)
Sokakta hayat var bu benim gibi bi'çok insanı mest ediyo (mest ediyo)
Çalar Ghetto Blaster, oldschool rap kolonlara ses veriyo (ses veriyo)
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Sokakta hayat var, sokakta hayat var, sokakta hayat var
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Sokakta hayat var
Sessizce yürü bakıp sağa sola, ağır ol lan
Ben kalıcı olmak için anlattım, hayatım ağır roman
Kimine yüksek doz kanka, kimine ganja
Rap tam dolu bardak, sen boş tarafını gör anca
Oyuncak değil tabancam yeraltı katili bak
Piyasa doldu yeni yetme birçoğu da katibim
Maes sağ kanatta rakitic
Tekli kesmediyse moruk git bi' paket iç
Ölümlerden ölüm beğen
Gölgeyim aydınlıkta görülmeyen
Yıllarca tarzından ödün veren olmadım, sen kasma lan
2004'ten beri yazar eli Maes yeraltında gizli kahraman
Her şey efkardan, yak bi' sigara boğulma
Hayatım bi' ilmek üstünde 25 boğum var
Sokakta kavga, dövüş, sorun var ben yorulmam bak
Ritimle sevişirken moruk hayatta korunmam
Sokakta hayat var bu benim gibi bi'çok insanı mest ediyo (mest ediyo)
Çalar Ghetto Blaster, oldschool rap kolonlara ses veriyo (ses veriyo)
Sokakta hayat var bu benim gibi bi'çok insanı mest ediyo (mest ediyo)
Çalar Ghetto Blaster, oldschool rap kolonlara ses veriyo (ses veriyo)

Life on the Streets

Hip-hop's a fight on the streets, family nagging at home
For years, I chased my microphone, tearing myself apart
Pass the one who blocks, this track is winding, this rap is medicine for plagued bodies
Go research my biography, girl
Your eyes are dazzled, stuck in your throat, I'll be your death in the union
I wrapped hip-hop around my tongue, it'll blind you, bro
It makes you vomit blood, we call it Maestro
Even if it rusts, our vise in the underground won't break
We become brothers-in-law to those who clash with us, who race us on the track
Respect is endless to those who fight for rap with us
The streets are bad, our rules are unknown, right?
Paper and pen are my shield, look man, my tongue is also a trust, and my nine millimeter
Oldschool is the factor in my rhyme, girl
A warm home for you, dark streets are my dwelling, see
The road is long, bro, don't get lost, I suggest you check your map
Because Kadıköy underground is an undiscovered path
There's life on the streets, it intoxicates many people like me (intoxicates)
The Ghetto Blaster plays, oldschool rap gives voice to the speakers (gives voice)
There's life on the streets, it intoxicates many people like me (intoxicates)
The Ghetto Blaster plays, oldschool rap gives voice to the speakers (gives voice)
There's life on the streets, there's life on the streets, there's life on the streets
There's life on the streets, there's life on the streets, there's life on the streets
There's life on the streets, there's life on the streets, there's life on the streets
There's life on the streets
Walk silently, looking left and right, be heavy, girl
I told it to be permanent, my life is a heavy novel
For some, it's a high dose, homie, for some, it's ganja
Rap is a full glass, you only see the empty side
My gun isn't a toy, it's an underground killer, look
The market is full of newcomers, many are my clerks
Maes is rickety on the right wing
If the single didn't cut it, man, go smoke a pack
Choose your death from deaths
I'm a shadow, unseen in the light
I never compromised my style for years, don't stress, girl
Since 2004, Maes' writing hand has been the secret hero in the underground
Everything is from sorrow, light a cigarette, don't drown
My life is on a loop, with 25 knots
There's fighting, brawls, problems on the streets, I don't get tired, see
While making love with the rhythm, man, I don't protect myself in life
There's life on the streets, it intoxicates many people like me (intoxicates)
The Ghetto Blaster plays, oldschool rap gives voice to the speakers (gives voice)
There's life on the streets, it intoxicates many people like me (intoxicates)
The Ghetto Blaster plays, oldschool rap gives voice to the speakers (gives voice)