Текст и перевод песни Cash Flow - Sayko (Remix)

Sayko (Remix)

Yeni jenerasyon bu nasil misyon,
Senin üstadinsa Marlyn Manson,
Çocuklari öldüren sapiklara Pistol,
Bang bang Killa bu da West Coast pisko.
Kokladin kokomoko sokaklarda, yok ol ota boka atlama,
Bi' baltaya sap ol git,
Hiphop oldu falafos tek yol karakol.
Bullshit Gbt'de TC kimlik no,
Lemon Haze sever mikrofonda Cash Flow
Seklinde bi gariplik, bütün rhymlarinda klon
Ispiyon, seni gidi pispiyon,
Diss mi istiyon, Iste böyle dissliyom
Izliyorum penceremden Dünya'nin sonunu
Onun bunun çocugu, hardcore bu borumu
Mikrofonumu aldim elime, indirdin donunu
Solunum borunu kesmek için kesecem yolunu
Türkçe rapi zannetme arabesk,
Kapa çeneni ve polisleri iyi kes.
Kim bilir ya sokaklar ya da kodes,
Isyanim var bilader kadere son ses.
No stress no cracks no flex,
Kimyasali at elinden sahte mutluluktur ex.
Sex tuzagina düsmüs pavyon kasari,
Batakliktan kurtul o da sana basari,
Asiri doz cebinde para çevrende dost kalmadi,
Evlat artik bu oyunu boz
Para güç demek, yoluna kosuyor boss
Bizim isini koyan o kahpe dölüne holocoust,
Bu parçanin adi serefsize molotof,
Her gün ayni sinema hayat bize monoton.
Bol kot, sakat ot sakin kirma hiç bi' pod,
Ne bok yersen ye parami bul bunun yolu yok

Sayko (Remix)

New generation what kind of a mission is this,
Your master is Marlyn Manson,
Pistol for perverts who kill children,
Bang bang Killa is also a West Coast psychopath.
You sniffed coke on the streets, stop meddling in nonsense,
Become someone useful,
Hiphop has become worthless, the only way is the police station.
Bullshit Gbt in TC ID number,
Cash Flow loves Lemon Haze into the microphone
In a strange way, all the rhymes are cloned
Informer, you're a snitch,
You want diss, I'll diss you like this
I watch the end of the world from my window
Children of this and that, is this hardcore my trumpets
I took my microphone and you dropped your pants
I'll cut your your trachea to cut your path
Don't think Turkish rap is arabesque,
Shut up and watch the police carefully.
Who knows, either the streets or prison,
I rebel against fate, brother, at the top of my voice.
No stress no cracks no flex,
Get rid of the chemicals, fake happiness is ex.
Barfly who fell into the sex trap,
Get out of the swamp, it's your success,
Overdose, money in your pocket, no friends left,
Son, now break this game
Money means power, the boss runs to your path
The holocaust to that bitch who screwed us up,
The name of this piece is a molotov to the asshole,
Every day the same movie, life is monotonous for us.
Baggy jeans, bad weed, don't break any pods,
Whatever you eat, get my money, there's no way out of this