Текст песни и перевод на английский Muhfaad - Happy Diwala

Happy Diwala

Laga poorn viram
Par thama nahi kaam
Pratham mera naam
Hai leti awaam
Bakaiti aaram
Hai dono haraam
Pehle kaam tamaaam
Fir karu nifraam
Pehchanu mai choro ko
Jaise shinakht hai
Gawah thos pesh
Karu tabhi sare bhagte
Band zubaan rakhu
Khulle dono kaan rakhu
Kyu mai itne f+ck nahi deta?
Ittefaq hai!
Kathghara bani delhi
Mai ban g+ya judge sahab!
100 choohe maar billi
Chali dekho haj sahab
Jinhe shaq hai kala pe
Meri search youtube
Jake pehle sune "sach too much" ap (sun le)
Nash kiya satya se
Bana satyanashi
Hawa mai hai trip
Meri batein uttarkashi
Pyar mai nasha mere
Tera overdose hua
Mar jaye na tu isliye
Deta nahi shabbashi
Thapthapa jo du to
Kanpkanpa ke nikle khaansi
Dabdaba hai itna
Badbadate batein baasi
Gadbada di khopdi
Ye likh ke sarsarati batein
Sun ke inki jealously
Maharaj le ubaasi
Sab mazze mein par
Thode or maze do
"Aji mera ghanta" chala ke
Lake nashe do
3 tigada maine
Kaam bigada
Tere 3 me se 1 g+ya
Ab launde bache 2
Kala me gyaan bhot
Kunba padha degi
Le le homework
Tujhe likhna sikha degi
Pee lee syaahi
Tu bhul g+ya shayad
Ye rabbad ki zuban
Tera naam hi mita degi
Talwo pe khada mai
Aukaat baithi ghutno pe
Karu bas ungli mai logic ke b+tton(o) pe
Rehta na jhuk ke
Par down to earth hu
Anarth to karunga
Bhala taras khau kitno pe
Na mixtape
Na album
Na ep!
Daude batein beat pe
Jaise moto gp
Gyaan deti batein
Ye dikhati sahi raah hai
Andho ke liye bana
Mai hu brail leepi
Insaan mai
Or
Insane bhi
"Muhfaad tu pagal hai"
Kehta hai brain bhi
Soch brahman me chhod
Tune dharti hila di
Chand taare ravi sabhi
Tera lene lage name bhi
A+one plan
Tabhi jeeti game hai
Haathi ye usool mere
Abhi cheenti fame hai
Chadti na sar pe
Hai mere tareefein
Ye langdi si batein
Sari lage mujhe lame hai
Dastoor wahi hai
Bhale beet g+yi sadiyan
Paar kalakaar kare
Naale... pahuche nadiyan
Bhale kamzoriyon se
Chatke ye haddiyan
Par kala tandarust
To sab lage badhiya
Ilaaj na baton ka
Dekh g+ye vaid 100
Baton me cl!ck kick baje
Clap karo hatsoff
Mai majboor hu
Likhne pe
Galti nahi meri
Har beat ake deti mujhe handjob
Kala pe salah mashwara kare kyu
Fans sirf bohemia ke hi sadein kyu
Samajhdar sab kahenge
"Bat ye true"
Aj bol hi di maine
Ab banayenge ye muh!
Comment karo video ke neeche
Dislike karo
Spam maro
Maro wahi pj
Ke king hai bohemia hi
Baki sare nakli
Jo fir bhi na chain mile
De do unhe bj
Issi layak hai log
Jo bhi chaatate hai
Kalakaaro ko apas
Me baantate hai
Sangeet na koi dharam
Na tum ho pujari
Tum ho kutte jo paalo
Fir bhi kaatate hai
A very happy diwali to all my loved ones
Aur jinhe meri baato se dikkat hai
A very happy diwala

Happy Diwali

Reached the full stop,
But the work didn't stop.
My name comes first,
The public takes it.
Foolish comfort,
Both are forbidden.
First, all work,
Then I'll chill.
I recognize thieves,
Like an ID.
Solid evidence presented,
Then they all run away.
I keep my mouth shut,
Both ears open.
Why don't I give so many f+cks?
It's a coincidence!
Delhi became a courtroom,
I became the judge!
The cat killed 100 mice,
Went on a pilgrimage, sir.
Those who doubt my art,
Search me on YouTube.
First, listen to "Sach Too Much" (go listen).
Destroyed by truth,
Became a truth destroyer.
The trip is in the air,
My words are Uttarkashi.
Intoxicated by love,
You overdosed.
That's why you might die,
I don't give compliments.
If I pat you,
A cough comes out trembling.
So much pomp,
The boastful words are stale.
Head full of pride,
They write these sarcastic words.
Hearing their jealousy,
His Majesty yawns.
Everything is fun, but
Give me some more fun.
Play "Aji Mera Ghanta",
Get me high.
With three of us,
The work was spoiled.
One of your three is gone,
Now there are 2 boys left.
A lot of knowledge in art,
The family will teach you.
Take your homework,
They will teach you to write.
Drink the ink,
You may have forgotten,
This tongue of rubber,
Will erase your name.
I stand on my feet,
Status sits on its knees.
I just work my fingers on the buttons of logic.
I don't stay bowed,
But I'm down to earth.
I will cause destruction,
How much mercy can I have on whom?
Not a mixtape,
Not an album,
Not an EP!
Words race on the beat,
Like MotoGP.
Words that give knowledge,
They show the right path.
Made for the blind,
I am Braille.
There's a human in me,
And
An insane one too.
"Muhfaad, you're crazy,"
Says the brain too.
Leave your thoughts in the Brahman,
You shook the earth.
The moon, stars, sun, all,
Started taking your name too.
A+one plan,
That's how I win the game.
My principles are like an elephant,
Fame is still an ant.
Praises don't get to my head,
These are my compliments.
These limping words,
All seem lame to me.
The tradition is the same,
Even though centuries have passed.
The artist does,
And... reaches the rivers.
Even with weaknesses,
These bones may break,
But if the art is healthy,
Everything seems fine.
There is no cure for words,
Seen 100 doctors.
Click kick sounds in the words,
Clap your hands, hats off.
I am compelled,
To write.
It's not my fault,
Every beat gives me a handjob.
Why give advice on art,
Why only praise Bohemia's fans?
Everyone who understands will say,
"This is true."
I said it today,
Now they will make a face!
Comment below the video,
Dislike it,
Spam it,
Hit the same punchline,
That Bohemia is the only king,
The rest are fake.
If you still don't get peace,
Give them a blowjob.
That's what people deserve,
Those who lick,
Divide artists among themselves,
And share them.
Music is not a religion,
Nor are you a priest.
You are dogs that you raise,
Yet you bite.
A very happy Diwali to all my loved ones,
And to those who have a problem with my words,
A very happy Diwala.