Текст и перевод песни C4 - Gucci Gang

Gucci Gang

Let's go!!

Gucci gang
Karne nai aya mein
Likhay hain kasrat se lafz bari hasrat se tumhein sunanay wo aya mein
Hustle hai asal ke jaise ho
Faslo pe lagi koi fasal
I wrestle is qismat se jaise haathon se lartay thay badshah mughal
I keep it real, logon ko hoti hai jallan tou bhai mere hone day
Choonti barabar, jo rotay mere aagay unko tu ronay de
22 ka mein kar raha hu 2 jobs
Yunus jaanta hustle meri real bohat
Umair Khan a.k.a Jokhay, saath khaye humne apno se dhokay,
Par game pe itna self control itne
Haath saaf ke ab andhay fire bhi na chookay
Kyun ke, ye fire nai moo ke, Cool kids thay hum apne school ke
Udaasi chaa jaati mahaul mein sunta hu jab rappers ka mumble rap
Wo galat samajh bethay isko, ye ziyafat nahi ye genre hai gaib
Ye zarya hai sach saamne laanay ka
Jo chupa tha sab ko dikhanay ka
Nazariye mukhtalif, tajziye mukhtalif,
Kabhi hain woh shaer tou kabhi musanif
Par mujhay sab lagein same, kiu k baatein sab karein lame,
Feature veature kartay woh sath mai, apas mai woh share karein fame
Par scenez kuch aise hain bhai mere
Tum sunte beat ko na ke rapper ko
Tum maango video mein swag, bachiya taitt, bojay ch cash,
Liquor tay hash,
Waddi ji gaddi tay nikkay jay
Dress, tu maangay promotion, media, press

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Real rap, koi bullshit nahi
Aaj kal tou *hutye b hojate hain hit bhai
Lagrahay dollars, aj kal log baray besabre
Shuhrat k peeche bhagay salay apnon ko hi thug re
Par mai Jese Desi Hip Hop ka Floyd Mayweather
Har bar mera Mukka tor raha Jabre, hol up
I'm a real thug ayy
Bara fark hai, hum me aur in saaray naye rappers me
Woh raxene aur hum leather, woh jese Mayo aur hum cheddar
Kiu ke hum pedaishi Real aur ye
Paincho Khadre, hahh
Rapper kon rapper kon
Rapper kon Rapper ek shayar
Aur har rapper shayar Nahi hota
Woh likhta hai gaanon mai sach
Jo sach in douglon se kabhi zaahir nahi hota
Woh Kair nahi hota, woh jese koi alim jis ki kahi har baat iqtibaas
Teri tarah sirf woh Muu ka fire nai hota
Han gaaliyan dene mai maahir woh hota
Sarak waali bol chaal, hathon mai doda
Woh jese vendetta, par V yahan 2
Aur in nakli rapperon k jhund mai
Asli b sirf yahan pe 2, hum badshah log
In junior artiston k liye ye flow mera tamacha ho
Siyahi ki jagah aag tabhi ye bache kal ke jaltay,
Aur mere hi naqshe qadam pe ye chalte,
Phir bhi izzat nahi kerte kiuke sarhte magar darte
Jesa mai tulla aur har jagah apna naaka ho,
Mai nidar kiu k I ain't got shit to
Hide, you ain't got shit to write, ye
Lyrical counterstrike, in saray nakli rapperon ka
Chaaka ho heh
Jab ana betahasha ho, tou kese na tamassssha ho,
Dhamaka ho industry mai jab gaana apna aata ho, tabhi honestly
I don't give a shit
Har gaana mera lit
Teri bitch double click kere meri instagram pe har dali hui har pic
Underground se betha betha mai phenkraha HITS

Hahahahah oh sheeet yea
Gucci Gang kerne nai aaya mai

Gucci Gang

Let's go!!

Gucci gang
I didn't come here to do that,
I have written many words with a strong desire to make you hear them, I have come to do that.
The hustle is as real as it gets,
It's like a crop on a crop
I wrestle with this fate like Mughal emperors fought with their hands.
I keep it real, if people get jealous, let them, my brother.
The flag is equal, those who cry before me, let them cry.
At 22, I am doing 2 jobs
Yunus knows my hustle is very real
Umair Khan a.k.a Jokhay, we ate betrayals from our own,
But so much self-control on the game that
Even blind fire doesn't miss with such clean hands.
Because, this is not fire from the mouth, we were the cool kids in our school
The sadness disappears into the atmosphere when I listen to rappers' mumble rap
They misunderstand it, this is not an exaggeration, this genre is different.
This is a way to bring out the truth.
To show what was hidden from everyone.
Different perspectives, different analyses,
Sometimes they are poets, sometimes writers.
But they all seem the same to me, because they all talk lame,
They do features together, they share fame among themselves
But the scenes are something like this, my brother,
You listen to the beat, not the rapper.
You ask for swag in the video, girls, play cash,
Liquor and hash,
Get out in a big car.
Dress, you ask for promotion, media, press.

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Real rap, no bullshit
Nowadays, even *hutye are becoming hits, brother.
Throwing dollars, these days people are very impatient
Running after fame, these bastards are robbing their own.
But I'm like Floyd Mayweather of Desi Hip Hop
My punch is breaking Jabre every time, hol' up.
I'm a real thug, ayy
There is a big difference between us and all these new rappers
They are rayon and we are leather, they are like Mayo and we are cheddar
Because we are born real and these
Pancho Khadre, hahh
Who is a rapper, who is a rapper
Who is a rapper, a rapper is a poet
And not every rapper is a poet
He writes truth in his songs
Which never comes out of these duglas
He's not Kair, he's like a scholar whose every word is a quote.
He's not just a mouth fire like you
Yes, he is an expert at swearing.
Government slang, a doda in his hands
He's like a vendetta, but V is 2 here.
And in this horde of fake rappers
The real ones are only 2 here, we are kings.
This flow of mine should be a slap for these junior artists.
Fire instead of ink, that's why these children of tomorrow burn,
And they walk in my footsteps.
Still don't respect me because they are jealous but afraid.
Like I'm high and my nose is everywhere.
I'm fearless because I ain't got shit to
Hide, you ain't got shit to write, this
Lyrical counterstrike, in all fake rappers'
Chaka ho heh
When the arrival is endless, then how can it not be a tamasha,
It's a blast in the industry when our song comes out, that's why honestly
I don't give a shit
Every song of mine is lit
Your bitch double clicks on every picture I post on my Instagram
I'm throwing HITS while sitting underground

Hahahahah oh sheeet yea
I didn't come here to do Gucci Gang