Текст и перевод песни Asil - Cadde Kuralı

Cadde Kuralı

1: Benim mahallemde ilk araba 6 35 te Pitbull'u bilmeyiz biz
Sivas kangal otur besle Altta kalan gebersin yerimiz
üstte Hayat dediğin yüksek okul sokak bizde üniversite
Babam inşaat işçisi lan olamadık smokinli Arabam olsaydı dermiydim bu
Kırro kimdi Senin yaşadığın hayat benim cigaramda
Promildir Dinlediğin bu adam sana en yüksek profildir
Şimdi defol git saçını falan tara embesil Bizde defolu değil orjin
Olur hayat dengesiz Her adımda rastlarsın ghetto'nun
Ta tillahına Tek bir kafa darbesiyle kayar bütün dengeniz
Varoşlarda tepki sert olur cadde kuralı Bugünde dünle aynı kafa yine
Bunalım Şimdi dur bakalım zorlama hiç boş
Kafanı Sizin acı dediğinizi biz burda bong yaparız.

Nakarat: Mahallem sessiz Kırık sokak
Lambaları var Konuşma densiz Affedilmez kuralları var.

2: Züppelere giriş yok burası korunur Delikanlı dediğinizde
Biraz yürek bulunur Kim ne varsa anlatsın bizde
Dinleriz Burda seni kollamicak emin ol ki konumun
Dedik ya borumu? Burası Doğu! Y
Ani Malatya başka var mı sorunuz İmkanlar kısıtlı
Insanlar asabi Risk aldın hata bir kesemessin yolumu
Burda çocuk 9 yaşında sigarayla tanışır Yaşıtları top oynarken o
Polisle kapışır Ortalık karışır unuturlar
Barışı Dersten geçmek için değil hayatla yarışır
İşte bizim hikayemiz dinleyene saygılar Anlattığım her olayın bende
Büyük kaybı var Sokak bize ev sahibi her eleman
Sayko bak Bizemi şekil yapıyon birader hayrola...

Nakarat: Mahallem sessiz Kırık sokak
Lambaları var Konuşma densiz Affedilmez kuralları var...

Street Code

1: In my neighborhood, the first car came at 6:35 AM. We don't know Pitbull here.
Sivas Kangal, sit, stay. The one who falls behind dies. Our place is...
higher than Life, school is for little kids. The streets are our university.
My father was a construction worker. We couldn't be in tuxedos. If I had a car, would I say this?
Who's a bumpkin? The life you're living is in my cigarette.
Promille, the guy you're listening to is the highest profile for you.
Now get lost, go brush your hair, idiot. We're not defective, we're original.
Life is unbalanced. At every step, you'll meet the ghetto.
To the max, with one punch, your whole balance will slip.
In the slums, the reaction is harsh, street code. Today is the same as yesterday, same mentality.
Depression? Now hold on, don't push it, it's useless.
Your head. What you call pain, we make bongs out of it here.

Chorus: My neighborhood is quiet. Broken streets.
The streetlights are there. Don't talk, you fool. There are unforgivable rules.

2: No entry for snobs, this place is protected. When you say "manly",
there's some courage. Let everyone tell their story, here
we'll listen. Don't think that your status will protect you here.
Did we say "my pipe"? This is the East! Y
Ani, Malatya, any more questions? The possibilities are limited.
People are irritable. You took a risk, one mistake, you can't cut my way.
Here, a child meets a cigarette at the age of 9. His peers play soccer, he
fights with the police. The place is in chaos, they forget
about peace. He doesn't study to pass the class, he competes with life.
This is our story, my respects to those who listen. Every event I told
has a big loss for me. The streets are our landlord, every member
is crazy. Are you trying to act tough with us, brother?

Chorus: My neighborhood is quiet. Broken streets.
The streetlights are there. Don't talk, you fool. There are unforgivable rules...