Текст и перевод песни Ceza Feat. Sahtiyan - Ayben - Sinekler Ve Beatler

Sinekler Ve Beatler

ceza
hergünü tarihe kazimak icin usa daha fazla para ve kan harcar
televizyonlar emrinde hergün hollywood alkis marabadan
ne kadar diski varsa o kadar bosvermis sinekte vardir.
her taraf gübrelerle doldu sinekler icin hep meydan savasi var
inegin kuyrugu yetmedi kovmaya bu batakliklari kurutmak gerek
karasinek hanofel kanimizi emmeye devam m1 edecek
en etkili zehrimiz dilimiz sineklerin hortumu var
emer hem kani hem hakki hemde halki výzladi durdu
aðzýnýn payini veremedim emdi durdu
emeci sinekler maas alýr ama aksama kadar pinekler
ceceler soktumu sonsuz bir uyku gelecek dikkat et
bir merhem benim etrafimda kanim icin ucan sinekler
kendisini bi bok sanar yumurtalardan cikti larvalar
bence hep konus yoksa sokarlar
sahtiyan
bilimde kevaje helada avaze kocakari günü görülen her hane
dili kodukca genisler her kase cok bilen hareketler cok sahte
temelde yalaka bedelin üc plak edelin les kokan bes para etmez
bedenin her veri lampor size karsi sahtiyan
ahh cin seddii rap kanim da olun derbent gözün bok
yolunda solunda lümpent kesim yer altý kesecek
jöntürkün molpedi kalmam1ssa ye yesin mermileri
bol sevikli seneryolar politik cok post serildi önümüze secde etmedik
rap her gence numunelik ekilen bir ton nefsi yitik
ayben
sinek üclü geldi her oyunda kaybýmýn nedeni bu oldu
usa dan gelen albümüyle rapi kaltagina bogdu
rap bu muydu aziza aa diss yaptim bekin tekine
wack mc aramýyoruz k1z1m bu sarkilar niye
koprü altýnda rap yapmaya cal1sana bir bomba da benden
hediye kac kac kac kac k-ol-e-r-a dedikou kazanini kaynatarak girdim
araya sinek kücük mide bulandirir ama her sinegin bi ölüm günü vardir tuvaletler size mekand1r hep üstüne saplak yeter ölmen icin ders 2 sona erdi 30 saniyen var senin kacman icin bye bye...

Flies and Beats

Ceza
The USA spends more money and blood each day to etch its name in history
Televisions at their command, Hollywood applauding every day
The more records they have, the more flies there are, as if they've given up
Every corner filled with manure, a constant battlefield for flies
A cow's tail isn't enough to shoo them away, these swamps need draining
Houseflies and mosquitos will keep sucking our blood, won't they?
Our most potent venom is our tongue, while flies have their proboscis
They suck blood, rights, and the people, buzzing endlessly
I couldn't give them a piece of my mind, they kept on sucking
Worker flies get paid, but fleas work till evening
When mosquitos bite, eternal sleep will come, be careful
An ointment, that's what I am, surrounded by flies after my blood
They think they're something special, larvae hatched from eggs
I think they'll sting if you don't speak up
Sahtiyan
Science in the toilet, noise in the bathroom, every household facing its day of reckoning
As their language becomes coded, the youth grow wider, every bowl overflowing, know-it-all gestures so fake
Fundamentally a sycophant, worth three records, let their rotten corpses be worthless
Every piece of data from your body is a lamp, Sahtiyan against you
Ah, a genie's barrier, rap is my blood, be my Derbent, your eye is shit
On your path, to your left, the lumpenproletariat will cut the underground
Jöntürk's music sheet, if I don't stay, let them eat the bullets
Scenarios full of promiscuity, politics, so many posts laid before us, we didn't prostrate
Rap is an example for every youth, a ton of self-lost souls planted
Ayben
The fly came in threes, the reason for my loss in every game
With his album from the USA, he drowned rap in bitches
Was this rap? Aziza, ah, I dissed Bekin, just one
We're not looking for wack MCs, girl, why are these songs?
Try to rap under the bridge, here's a bomb from me as a gift
Run, run, run, run, C-H-O-L-E-R-A, I entered by boiling the cauldron of Dedikodu
Flies are small, they make you nauseous, but every fly has its day of death, toilets are your place, a slap on top is enough for you to die, lesson 2 is over, you have 30 seconds to escape, bye-bye...