Paroles et traduction Massa - Mahalla (feat. Abbbose)

Mahalla (feat. Abbbose)

Ko'cha, To'la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko'tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo'lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O'stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Ko'cha, To'la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko'tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo'lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O'stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Kotta Qildi Shu Mani Ko'cha
Do'vcha Yeb, Diskla Yechib Qocha
Ko'rdim Bu Hayoti Ko'zimmi Ocha
Muammola Bo'ganda Kemagan Pochcha

So'zliman Borimi Qofiyala Socha
Har Qatorim, Hayotimdan Parcha
Yeqildim Ko'p, O'rgandim Ancha
Kutmadim O'tirib Omad Kegancha

O'g'irlirdim Tan Olaman
Lekin O'tmishdan Kechomiman
Hayotimi Ko'rib, O'zimga Ettim
Halol Mehnat Bilan Ko'tarilaman

Kechirmiman Xato Bo'sadir Uchinchi
Mandan Keyin San Doimdir Ikkinchi
O'zbek Repga Endi Qaraginchi
Jon Kiritgandir Bo'ldi Birinchi

Bordir Kuch, Bordir Aql
Buyuk O'zbek, Qoldi Yaqin
Oilani Boqishga, Soqqani Topishga
Kuni Bo'y Ko'chada, O'sti Mustaqil

Hayot Bo'sa Tuval Qalamim Til
Voqela Chizilgan Xilma- Xil
Boshqalani Eshtma O'zini Bil
Nima Yure So'rasa Ushani Qil

Ko'cha, To'la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko'tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo'lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O'stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Ko'cha, To'la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko'tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo'lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O'stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Ah, Kimsan Ijodkor? Faxriy Yorliq Yo'lla Tor
Lekin Qarab Qogan Joyi Yo', Minnatdor
Yo'llari Asta-Sekin, Qiyinchili, "Не На Чили"
Hatto Qidirmadim Man Shunchaki Ammaladim

Ah, Hoh Ishon Hoh Ishonma
Muomila Seryozniy
Londa-Londa
Hamyon To'la, Ko'cha Bola

Gap Sotmiman, Keltirmiman
Harakatni Tindirmiman
Ha O'yliman Ha Izliman
Ko'vlamiman Kam Sitmiman Ah...

Turgan-Bitkani Balo, G'iybatla Ketti A'lo
Birga-Bir Kelganda Jim Bo'ldi Lyuboy Fuqaro
Onsonmas Imkonla Ko'p, O'yla Izla Qidir Top
Kere Bo'lsa To'lla Qop Money!

Ko'cha, To'la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko'tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo'lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O'stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Ko'cha, To'la, (Mahalla) Bolla
(Ko'tarilgan Noldan) Pochka, Qo'lda
(Uyim, Toshkent) Shetta, O'stim
(Tanilgandir Ijodim) Tanishadi Endi Otim

Mahalla (feat. Abbbose)

Street, full of (Mahalla) chatter
(From nothing to something) Pochka, in hand
(My home, Tashkent) raised, I've grown
(My talent recognized) My father smiles

Street, full of (Mahalla) chatter
(From nothing to something) Pochka, in hand
(My home, Tashkent) raised, I've grown
(My talent recognized) My father smiles

The street made me tough
Survived fights, escaped the noose
I've seen life with my own eyes open
Struggled through troubles, never broken

My words find rhymes, my thoughts take flight
Every line, a piece of my life's fight
I've fallen and learned, grown strong and wise
Never waiting for luck to arrive in disguise

I used to steal at dawn
But I've let go of the past's pawn
Looking at my life, I've made my own way
Through honest work, I'll rise each day

I won't forgive a third mistake
After me, you'll always be second in fate
Look now at Uzbek rap's new embrace
I've put my heart in, taking first place

I have strength, I have wit
A proud Uzbek, my future is lit
To provide for my family, to find success
Days on the streets, I've grown independent, no less

Life's a canvas, my pen the brush
Painting tales of every rush
Don't listen to others, know yourself true
Do what your heart desires, it will see you through

Street, full of (Mahalla) chatter
(From nothing to something) Pochka, in hand
(My home, Tashkent) raised, I've grown
(My talent recognized) My father smiles

Street, full of (Mahalla) chatter
(From nothing to something) Pochka, in hand
(My home, Tashkent) raised, I've grown
(My talent recognized) My father smiles

Oh, who are you, the creator? Send me your official title
But look around, there's no place for you, I'm grateful
Your path is slow and hard, "Not easy at all"
I didn't even seek it, I just fumbled and fell

Oh, oh, believe it or not
Our relationship is serious
Londons and Londons
Pockets full, a boy from the streets

I don't sell words, I won't bring them
I won't slow down my momentum
Yes, I think, yes, I seek
I don't chase, I don't cry, oh...

He's always there, talking nonsense, spreading gossip
When he came alone, everyone went silent
Try your best, think, search, find, seek
If you need it, get full coverage, money!

Street, full of (Mahalla) chatter
(From nothing to something) Pochka, in hand
(My home, Tashkent) raised, I've grown
(My talent recognized) My father smiles

Street, full of (Mahalla) chatter
(From nothing to something) Pochka, in hand
(My home, Tashkent) raised, I've grown
(My talent recognized) My father smiles