Paroles et traduction Xir feat. Maestro & Ashoo - Yolunda

Yolunda

Trip, Trip, baybe, baybe

Yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda
İş, iş, iş
Sonunda, sonunda kazandık; oyunda
İşler çok yolunda
Sen dinlen yorulma

Trip, trip sokağın hakimleri (ha)
Onlar para verip alsın hakimleri
Farketmez, farketmez X-man bu park etmez
Sürer gecenin içine katil gibi (yea, yeah)

Yazılırım tarih gibi, hepinize taviz yok matiz kafam
Yaşarım işte bu yüzden artist baban
Taktik, maktik yok bam bam bam

Ya, Run Run Run 11 mothafucka
Şeytanın suratı var bastığım plakada
Siz dalgaya müzik yapıyorsanız biz flakkaya
[?] yapmalıyız önce yatırıp sizi falakaya

(Huh!, huh!)
Karayaka sever hızı, kızı, [?]; kısık gözler
Yok hiç ışık; kafamız kırık
Sıkıntı yok, full depo yakıt

Yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda
İş, iş, iş
Sonunda, sonunda kazandık; oyunda
İşler çok yolunda
Sen dinlen yorulma

Çek çek dumanı; sorarsan kendine
Piyasada tek (ha?) Siktir!
Bi′ köşede leşinin üstüne işiyip
Çektim fermuarı işin bitti wack (siktir!)

Kaleleri teker teker feth ederek geliyorum
Kek, bayrağı en üste diktim
Tabi herkes yolunda bildim
Hadi siktir! Rolls Royce'uma bindim

Bayır bayır aşağı sür, hayır bayım der
Sürtük duyduğun ölüm ıslığı
Gözü kıstı, puslu sokakların serserisi Maes
Görünce hani tırstın, kanın hızlı

Akıyo′ velet büyü önde
Sen oturma tahta ben varken
Yeni nesil götü bezli bi' bebekti
Biz sokakta illegal kovalarken

Yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda
İş, iş, iş
Sonunda, sonunda kazandık; oyunda
İşler çok yolunda
Sen dinlen yorulma

Söz konusu değil bu konuyu alttan almam
Deprem olsan bile sana altta kalmam
Ara bulucuyu sikiyim!
Hakim şeytan olsa alıp giderim
Papucumu durmam damda

Nasıl inandırayım bunu size
Hangi hakla?
Uzandığın [?] bile koçum attım takla
Parkta ıslandı; dostluğunda vaktin darda
Polis mahalleme geldi bi' gün hem de tankla!

Ölümü kaçırdım bi′ adım pay farkla
Sokak çocuğu yüksekten bakıyo′ bize parktan
X! X! Arabaya durma atla
Arap camii ghetto man, what's up kanka?

İçtiğini döküyoruz yere, yerin hakkı diye
Polis fenerle bakıyo′ bize son hız gazla
Geçmişi sikiyim bana bugününü göster ki
Belki bi' gün derim sana modern gangsta
Her şey!

Yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda, yolunda
İş, iş, iş
Sonunda, sonunda kazandık; oyunda
İşler çok yolunda
Sen dinlen yorulma

On Track

Trip, Trip, babe, babe

On track, on track, on track, on track, on track, on track
Work, work, work
Finally, finally we won; in the game
Things are on track
Relax, don't tire yourself out

Trip, trip, the rulers of the streets (ha)
Let them pay and get the judges
Doesn't matter, doesn't matter, X-man doesn't park
Drives into the night like a killer (yea, yeah)

I'm written in history, no compromises for any of you, my head's a maze
That's why I live, your artist dad
No tactics, just bam bam bam

Yeah, Run Run Run 11 mothafucka
The devil's face is on the record I'm playing
If you make music for fun, we make it for the streets
[?] we should first put you on the falaka

(Huh!, huh!)
Karayaka loves speed, girls, [?]; narrowed eyes
No light at all; our heads are broken
No worries, full tank of fuel

On track, on track, on track, on track, on track, on track
Work, work, work
Finally, finally we won; in the game
Things are on track
Relax, don't tire yourself out

Pull, pull the smoke; ask yourself
Only one in the market (ha?) Fuck it!
Pissing on a corpse in a corner
Zipped up, your time is up, wack (fuck it!)

I'm coming, conquering castles one by one
Cake, I planted the flag at the top
Of course, I knew everyone was on track
Come on, fuck it! I got in my Rolls Royce

Drive down the hill, no sir, she says
The death whistle you hear, slut
Maes, the thug of the foggy streets, squinted his eyes
You were scared when you saw him, your blood was pumping fast

The kid's growing up fast, leading the way
Don't sit on the throne while I'm here
The new generation was a diaper-wearing baby
While we were chasing illegal things on the streets

On track, on track, on track, on track, on track, on track
Work, work, work
Finally, finally we won; in the game
Things are on track
Relax, don't tire yourself out

It's out of the question for me to take this issue lightly
Even if you were an earthquake, I wouldn't succumb to you
Fuck the mediator!
If the devil were the judge, I'd take him away
I wouldn't stop my slipper on the roof

How can I convince you of this
With what right?
I even somersaulted on the [?] you reached for, dude
It got wet in the park; your friendship is in a tight spot
The police came to my neighborhood one day, and with a tank!

I missed death by a hair's breadth
The street kid is looking down at us from the park
X! X! Don't stop the car, jump in
Arab mosque, ghetto man, what's up, dude?

We pour what you drink on the ground, it's the earth's right
The police are looking at us with a flashlight, full speed ahead
Fuck the past, show me your present so
Maybe one day I'll call you a modern gangsta
Everything!

On track, on track, on track, on track, on track, on track
Work, work, work
Finally, finally we won; in the game
Things are on track
Relax, don't tire yourself out