Paroles et traduction İtaat feat. Contra - Son Gibi

Son Gibi

Bu parça sıçtıklarımdan en cool bok bitch yanımda bi′ araba karıyla new york streets
Zulada ecstasy mushroom kok
G kafa real kafa bin kafa zoom yok risk bu ara show kapıda room service
Elinde internet çıkışlı bi' Cont on disk ne bandrol ne satış ne para ne kar
Bi′ s*k olmasa da fanına kul artist değil Cont big masta eninde sonunda
Ama new school değil rapim eski kafa
Para pul çok pis akla bana mu'fucka
Popun top listi kadar aşağılık paralara cüzdanım yok hacı robin hood stil bu gözü tok
Sana göre rizikolu bu hiç değeri yok
Alayının içine sinmese de Cont İtaat ve Q-4 beatsle bu bi show

Like It's the Last Time

This piece is the coolest shit I've ever dropped, baby By my side in a car full of broads on New York streets
Ecstasy and mushroom fumes in the stash spot
G-brains, real brains, fucked-up brains Zoom no risk this car show's at the door Room service
An internet-released Cont in your hand No label, no sales, no cash, no profit
Even if it's not a big hit, his fans worship him Cont ain't no artist, he's a big masta In the end
But my rap's not new school, it's old school
Money talks and it's driving me crazy, motherfucker
Those top pop charts are as worthless as the money in my wallet Man, my style is Robin Hood, my pockets are deep
You think it's risky, but it ain't worth shit
Even if the lot of you don't dig it, Cont and İtaat and Q-4 beats This is a show