Ringde Doğduk - Skavlyn traduction en anglais

Ringde Doğduk

Ölüm olup sana geri gelicem moruk farkedemedin daha içindeki o kolu
Ama benim nefretim daha dinmedi yeri gelir piçim ama üzerinden inmedim
Köle gibi vaktini geçirip harca benim için iyi iş çıkardı kalçan
Ama dansöze döndün iyice hadi iyisin karaköyde tanga giyicen

Betin benzin atmış olum doldu vaktin yaşama lan kara leke oldun
Kendi çapımdayım üç iki bir ama beyninde kan yok dayar ekibim
Hikayeden anlat pembe lordum ama bilmiyorlar bizi çünkü ringte doğduk
Elimdeki makinalı gördü korktu ama fake atarken bi erkek oldun

Açık ara giyiyorken hep bi lady başı boş beş leş ama yine hep dikeydin
Kara fondoten bi leke beydin neydin bana gebeydi ceketimi alıp ineydim
Para var çöpe giden her bi lokma godoman boğazına düğüm
Tek faz yakadan
Kalabalık etme ki dengi webte güzel olur ölümünü beklemekte

Yazar ama klaviden elindeki not book arkana bakma kaç elindeki not bu
Problemim benim hep konuşuruz aga net çantada keklik bu
Olamaz ki bize denk
Bocaladın iyice bi f5 çek tiribe girme müzik bana entegre kalın gelir
Beni bi dinle içindek kinle boşa kürek çeker ama dangalak tipinle

Born in the Ring

I'll be back like death, dude, you haven't even noticed that arm inside you yet
But my hatred hasn't subsided yet, sometimes I'm a jerk, but I haven't gotten off you
You spent your time like a slave, your hips did a good job for me
But you've become a real dancer, come on, you're good, you'll wear a thong in Karaköy

Your face is worn out, man, your time is up, live, you've become a black mark
I'm in my own league, three, two, one, but there's no blood in your brain, my crew will beat you up
Tell a story, my pink lord, but they don't know us because we were born in the ring
She saw the machine gun in my hand and got scared, but you acted like a man while faking

Always a lady while wearing revealing clothes, headless five corpses, but you were always vertical
You were a black foundation stain, what were you? You were pregnant with me, I should have taken my jacket and left
There's money, every bite goes to waste, a knot in your gourmet throat
One phase from the collar
Don't crowd, your match is on the web, it's nice to wait for your death

Writes but the keyboard, the notebook in your hand, don't look back, what's that note in your hand
My problem, we always talk, bro, net, partridge in the bag
Can't be our match
You struggled, press F5, don't get excited, the music is integrated into me, stay tuned, it's coming
Listen to me with the hatred inside you, you row in vain, but with your goofy look