Paroles et traduction Sehabe - Eleştirisk - 2009 Versiyonu

Eleştirisk - 2009 Versiyonu

Kültürü salladın, oldu mu abicim?
Acımamak elde mi? Kendini tartsana
Türkçe'mi bozmana göz yumamam ben
Eli kolu bağlamam dinle ve anla
Sözleri söylerim, gençliğim dinlesin
Dilini korumalı Türk evladı
Ben tanık oldum, sen sanık olma
Gavurun kelimeleri dilime dolanmış
"Hoşça kal", "arkada kal" hadi "bye bye"
"Merhaba" demek yerine denir mi "hi may"?
Elleri kolları zincire bağladık
Amerikan uşağına benzedik hay hay
Naber bro, nasılsın homie, tamamım ok, rahat ol baby
New track gedi, ooo mersi, recorddan beyaz bi' zenci
Testere besmele çek ve de kes dili
Pestili çıkana kadar etme pes
Ve yes flex testi geçemedin adamım
Deste deste beste ses getirmez
Thanks for add rapper, rapimiz west cost
Capimiz yoktur, tipimiz kofti
Ghettolarda kan, hepimiz gangsta
Yanımda kızlar, cebimde para
"Hop" dedik, rap müzik bu değil
Kültürü bilemedin göremedin fakat ama
Tiki rapin deli gibi babalara gelebilir
Elin bide hamur eli kalemini bırak

Pembe bir perdede pencere ben gibi
Bence de bencili pençele permatik
Bence bu pantolon popolara Pentegon
Parçala paraları parçamı dinle
Magazinel yönümüz olamaz evet ama
Magazine bi' bak, hele bak; sanatı bel altı
Arama motoru beni göremese bile bak
Sehabe burada bil, burası yeraltı (burası yeraltı)

Pantolon altına boxerı giyme de
Salla bir Osman'ı, koy bide postanı
Postunu deldiren podyuma çıkacak
Silikonu memelere doldur hacı
Arabadan inerken yanlışlıkla frikik vericem gözünü bir kapat
Tabi tabi Teletabi suratını badanala
Dere tepe, tepe tepe şöhreti kullan
Topa da vuramaz ama tenis kortunda spora da reklamı karıştıracak
Ya da kamera gören jet ski civciv
Kayıp adadaki adamı mı oynıycak?
Albüm tanıtımı kola yeni manken
Hepiniz aynı tip hepiniz kofti
Ali şam babası Petek dansöz
Hülya yavşar, Gökhan özenti
Tipi tipin pipisinin pimini de çeke çeke
Nasıra mı tutar elin otuz artı birden
Tipi tipin pipisinin pimini de çeke çeke
Nasıra mı tutar elin otuz artı birden
Gizli kamera mı namusu bozar ha?
Elinde peçete yapmacık ağla
Karo kızın kara kıçını kanatır aslar
Evli adamlar magazine bomba
Basına da işgal, güya pişman
Taşak arası kaşar kaç para orda?
Sehabe, naber bebek?
Sağda da solda da sahnede ben
Yeraltı adına hepinize acıyorum
Dilimde yergi gözümde nem
Rakı balık arasına kalabalık olamadan
Aman aman kameraman kameranı kapat hadi
Magazine bir polemik yapamadan edemedi
Dedik ona deli gibi dedikodu şart

Criticism - 2009 Version

You shook the culture, are you happy now, brother?
Is it possible not to feel sorry? Weigh yourself
I can't turn a blind eye to your corruption of Turkish
I won't tie your hands, listen and understand
I speak the words, let the youth listen
The Turkish child must protect their language
I've been a witness, don't become a suspect
The infidel's words have filled my tongue
"Goodbye", "stay behind", come on, "bye bye"
Instead of saying "hello", do you say "hi may"?
We chained our hands and arms
We became like American servants, yes sir
What's up bro, how are you homie, I'm ok, relax baby
New track gedi, ooo thanks, a white black guy from the record
Saw, recite the basmala and cut the tongue
Don't give up until the pestil comes out
And yes, you failed the flex test, man
Stacks of compositions don't bring sound
Thanks for add rapper, our rap is west coast
We have no swag, our style is wack
Blood in the ghettos, we're all gangsters
Girls by my side, money in my pocket
"Hop" we said, this is not rap music
You couldn't understand the culture, you couldn't see it, but
Tiki rap can come to fathers like crazy
You also have a dough hand, put down your pen

A window in a pink curtain like me
I also think it's selfish, claw, permatic
I think these pants are a pentagon on the butts
Tear up the money, listen to my piece
We can't have a magazine aspect, yes, but
Take a look at the magazine, look; art is below the belt
Even if the search engine can't see me, look
Sehabe is here, know this, this is the underground (this is the underground)

Don't wear boxers under your pants
Shake an Osman, put your post too
The one who pierces your post will go on the podium
Fill the silicone into the breasts, pilgrim
I'll accidentally give a peek-a-boo when I get out of the car, close your eyes
Of course, of course, paint your Teletubby face
Use the fame on the hill, hill, hill
He can't even hit the ball, but he'll mix advertising into sports on the tennis court
Or the jet ski chick who sees the camera
Is she going to play the man on the lost island?
Album promotion, new model for cola
You're all the same type, you're all wack
Ali sham father Petek dancer
Hülya yavşar, Gökhan wannabe
Pulling the pin of your type's dick over and over
Will your hand get calloused from thirty-one plus?
Pulling the pin of your type's dick over and over
Will your hand get calloused from thirty-one plus?
Does the hidden camera ruin honor, huh?
Cry fakely with a napkin in your hand
The diamond girl's black ass gets scratched and hung
Married men are bombshells for the magazine
Invasion of the press, supposedly remorseful
How much is the cheese between the balls there?
Sehabe, what's up baby?
I'm on the stage on the right and left
I feel sorry for all of you on behalf of the underground
Sarcasm on my tongue, moisture in my eyes
Before we can become crowded between raki and fish
Oh my, cameraman, turn off your camera, come on
He couldn't help but make a polemic for the magazine
We told him gossip is a must like crazy