Paroles et traduction Ozorginal - Original Freestyle

Original Freestyle

Ey, ey, ey
(Hypzex, Hypzex)
Yarattım kendi kendime dostlarım da var hepsi hücrede
Sıktım kurşun resmine gönlümü vermiştim derinlere
Tabancam çarşı emniyette e? kim bilir ne halde
Elmas yok taşlar var anadolunun kurak yerinde
Dönüyo bu dilim makaronda
Lale bebeler megalomanyak
Besliyorum şeytanı benimle kontak
Ellerim kelepçeli günlerim oyuncak
Sanki bi flakka işliyo kanına sana derslerini yine sorucak
Günden güne güçleniyom nasıl olucak
Göz kırpıyom orospularınıza kolayca
Takılı kalır zehirli cakasını jelatine mühürleyip sokaklara satıcak
Ne bugünü ne yarını biraz aydınlık alan tarafı aradık
Arada kalanlarla bulucaz
Karayıda bul zaman acımaz
Çeker adam ot baba tanımaz
Yok yere kafam az
Tutmuyo frekans
Gelip gördü çocuklar ve yok artık tolerans
Sorunlar yok bugün yerinde
Uyandım çok gece tribe
Gezerim ellerim cebimde
Yaparım jübile geceden ey
Şeytansa fısıldar al sana ders eski bi junkieden ey
Ölümle sınarsa tanrı seni bilki dönerdi tersine eyvah
Sorunlar yak, sorunlar yak
Yaksana moruk hepsi kafamda
Yanar yanar bütün mahalleler
Ozo ateş eder kralı rahat eder
Ey, ey, ey

Original Freestyle

Yo, yo, yo
(Hypzex, Hypzex)
I created myself, my friends are all in prison
I shot a picture of my heart, I gave it to the depths
My gun is in the police station, who knows what condition it's in
There are no diamonds, only stones, in the barren lands of Anatolia
My tongue is spinning like a macaroni
Little tulips, megalomaniacs
I feed the devil, he's in contact with me
My hands are cuffed, my days are a game
It's like a flakka working its way into your blood, it's going to ask you your lessons again
Day by day, I'm getting stronger, how will it happen
I wink at your whores easily
The poison will get stuck, I'll seal it in gelatin and sell it on the streets
Neither today nor tomorrow, we looked for a little light on the side of the road
We'll find it with those in between
Find the good time, time is unforgiving
The guy smokes weed, doesn't know his father
My mind is not right for nothing
The frequency doesn't hold
The kids came and saw, and there's no more tolerance
The problems are not in place today
I woke up very late in the tribe
I walk around with my hands in my pockets
I party all night long
The devil whispers, take a lesson from an old junkie
If God tests you with death, the herb would have turned you upside down
Burn the problems, burn the problems
Burn them, man, they're all in my head
All the neighborhoods are burning
Ozo shoots fire, the king is at ease
Yo, yo, yo