Текст и перевод песни BISON - Goli (prod. by 808 Sandhu)

Goli (prod. by 808 Sandhu)

Ghumne ko cars Hai
Eek nahi chaar Hai
Chattak jo lagega bhidne
To goli SE katleam Hai
Bin boli KE matter NI
Boli PE raipet sahi
Baaz KI nazar aur shakal kharab Hai
Chal ab tu bhag ja yaha SE

Mai dekha NI aage piche
Laafe PE laafe Hai maar Mai
Skrrt bey skrrt
Ladko KE braids NA
Buzz KI khaaal Hai
Jhukti ab naar Hai
Ladke ab karenge skrrt
Mili to mera wo maraz
Teri uss ched ka karz
Bar karm bas Kar
Yeezy Hai drip
Ye easy Hai drill
Jo bole wo sune NI gaanein
Tum likhte ho street hum uche ghar aanein
Yaha minute NA lagega mujhe ghar anein mein
Ladke ye psycho
Chal side ho
Pen became a psycho
Legs are spread wide tho.
PE verse
Aur hot they rasiley
Chakne PE charcha
Wo bolte they kaminey
Dhua udake
Ye rizle Hai nashile
Kalam SE dhani the
Mar gaya Mai sati de
Shanivaar shanichaar
Hafte KE money la
Shot Mara tequilla
Khauf dada badh hi raha
Kalam SE dhani tha
Mai yeah
B I s o n
Faadi ye thooth Maine
T y s o n
Gaya booth phate
See why you are dead
AK Aim mera
Trip tight tears are shed
Khauf ka chadar Hai
Akhon Mai
Color Hai pink
Uske mammo KE
Chalu Mai sadko PE
Lafdo Mai bandooke
Bandi ka mu khule
POW POW POW

Ghumne ko cars Hai
Eek nahi chaar Hai
Chattak jo lagega bhidne
To goli SE katleam Hai
Bin boli KE matter NI
Boli PE raipet sahi
Baaz KI nazar aur shakal kharab Hai
Chal ab tu bhag ja yaha SE

Caliber laya Mai scene Mai
44 MM ko bhej ko cheerde
Bison Hai kon
Nahi cheente
Ladke mere tere baap ko cheente
Drip pe bikta paise Mai
Chivas ki bottle aur haathon Mai rizla Hai
Naam likhwale ye tattoo pe mera
Par bison ye naam sirf paise pe bikta Hai

Goli (prod. by 808 Sandhu)

I have cars to drive around
Not one but four
If you get in my way
You'll be shot to death
Don't speak, no need for it
Just follow my words
I have a hawk's eye and a bad face
Now you run from here

I don't look back
I hit you with blows
Skrrt, baby, skrrt
Don't get in the way of my boys
You're just a buzz
Now you bow down, baby
My boys are gonna skrrt
When I met you, I got my disease
You owe me for that hole
Just do your job
My drip is Yeezy
This drill is easy
No one listens to my songs
You write about the streets, I'm in expensive houses
It won't take me a minute to get home
My boys are psychos
Get out of the way
My pen became a psycho
Your legs spread wide.
My verse
And they're hot, they're greedy
They talk about money
They call me a jerk
Blow smoke
These are my addictive cigarettes
I was rich from my pen
I died, but I'm still here
Saturday, Saturday
I got money for the week
I shot tequila
My fear is increasing
I was rich from my pen
I'm this
B I s o n
I ripped this apart, I'm Tyson
T y s o n
The booth got torn apart
See why you are dead
My AK aims
My trip is tight, tears are shed
There's a shroud of fear
In my eyes
The color is pink
Because of your breasts
I'm starting on the streets
My words are like guns
Your mouth is open, baby
POW POW POW

I have cars to drive around
Not one but four
If you get in my way
You'll be shot to death
Don't speak, no need for it
Just follow my words
I have a hawk's eye and a bad face
Now you run from here

I brought my caliber to the scene
44 MM, I'll tear you apart
Who is Bison?
I'm not a scaredy-cat
My boys are not afraid of your father
My drip is worth money
I have a bottle of Chivas and cigarettes in my hands
They write my name on their tattoos
But Bison, this name is only sold for money