Текст и перевод песни FUAT - 2 Pushta (Cuts by DJ Boba Fettt)

2 Pushta (Cuts by DJ Boba Fettt)

Yeah, aha
Öğrenilmiş çaresizlik duyguları körelmiş
Ağlamayı hobi yapan sahtekârlık gelişmiş
Dini alet eden bir yezid o, paradır tanrısı
Karın ağrısı ve migren şiirleri sanrıdır

Gerçekleri baltalattın sonuç yuvan yıkıldı
Ritme oturmayan cümlelerin bir bok sanıldı
Taşlı ve dikenli yollar metanetin yetmedi
Karma bumerang olup omurunu şişe geçirdi

Başından sonuna haklıydım tereddüt etmedim
Bir an olsun bile doğrulardan vazgeçmedim
Ayakta durmak meziyet değil, omurgan yok senin
Beş kilometreden çakıldın bak fuat beton zemin

Karamsarlık değildi felsefen duygu yoksunu
Olduğun için ellibin türlü yalan uydurdun
Mücadeleyi bıraktın sonunda anladın anyaya
Afyon'un kaymağına çarptın manyağısın Konya'nın

Tutulmayan bir söz gibi kaderin girdabında
Politikacı vaadi gibi yalansın, sesi kes ulan
Atasözü misali kalbine iner rap'lerim
Ellerim nasırlıdır sen tavuk gibi kümestesin

Ustanın elinde muşta
Bu şarkı 2 pushta
Tek cümlemle kan kus'ca'n
Mezarına tüküren vuslat

Ustanın elinde muşta
Bu şarkı 2 pushta
Tek cümlemle kan kus'ca'n
Mezarına tüküren vuslat

İçimde bir katil var, kime derdimi anlatayım?
Annem dinlemez beni, hatıra defteri yazayım
Tifo ve dizanteri ishal eder yanar tenin
Cahiller küfredince duyar engin tecrübemi (hah)

Beni anlamadan, dinlemeden nefret ettin
Cahit oğlu panzer Berlin'den gelip affetti
Hayat acımasız bir kaltak değil, sefil eğil
Güzel bir kadın hayat kaltak olur sana vermediği ıçin

Efendi olamadın ki nefsine yenik düştün
Bir narkotik bağımlısı oldun, sıcakta üşüdün
Elim aydınlıktan kaçmaz, mikroskoptur dürbünüm
İblis ve zebaniler hazırlamış yediğin dürümü

Kroluk baki o pushta Mercedes'le yollarda
Ruhun imam nikahlı bir orospuyla kirada
Para kazan, mantı ye, silikon meme taktır
Cehennem olur sırların

Yaşarken vicdanın yanık
Gölgemden korktun yerli piç tanrı gibi rap'lerim
Seni bitch gibi biçer ve kanını içer genlerim
Elim taşın altına gitti kahpe ruhun ıçin
Çürü ps4 oyna; Lebron James, Fuat Ergin

Get out the way yo
Get out the way

Ustanın elinde muşta
Bu şarkı 2 pushta
Tek cümlemle kan kus'ca'n
Mezarına tüküren vuslat

Ustanın elinde muşta
Bu şarkı 2 pushta
Tek cümlemle kan kus'ca'n
Mezarına tüküren vuslat

Ustanın elinde muşta
Bu şarkı 2 pushta
Tek cümlemle kan kus'ca'n
Mezarına tüküren vuslat

Ustanın elinde muşta
Bu şarkı 2 pushta
Tek cümlemle kan kus'ca'n
Mezarına tüküren vuslat

I don't give a fuck about
What you give a fuck about
I don't give a fuck, fuck
Why you all so dumb now?

Ain't no steaks alive
Get out the way, yo
Get out the way, yo
Get out the way
I got shits
Get out the way, yo
Get out the way

2 Pushta (Cuts by DJ Boba Fettt)

Yeah, aha
Feelings of learned helplessness dulled
Deception has developed, making crying a hobby
He is a Yazid who exploits religion, money is his god
Stomach aches and migraine poems are delusions

You undermined the truths, as a result, your nest was destroyed
Your sentences that didn't fit the rhythm were considered bullshit
The stony and thorny roads, your fortitude wasn't enough
Karma boomeranged and you spent your life in a bottle

I was right from beginning to end, I didn't hesitate
I never gave up on the truth for a moment
Standing up is not a virtue, you have no spine
You were crushed from five kilometers away, look, Fuat, concrete ground

Pessimism wasn't your philosophy, you were emotionally devoid
You made up fifty-one kinds of lies because you were
You gave up the struggle, finally understood the reality
You hit the cream of Afyon, you're a maniac of Konya

Like a broken promise, in the whirlpool of fate
Like a politician's promise, you're a lie, shut up
My raps pierce your heart like a proverb
My hands are calloused, you're like a chicken in a coop

Knuckleduster in the master's hand
This song is 2 pushta
You'll vomit blood with a single sentence from me
A union that spits on your grave

Knuckleduster in the master's hand
This song is 2 pushta
You'll vomit blood with a single sentence from me
A union that spits on your grave

There's a killer inside me, who can I tell my troubles to?
My mother won't listen to me, let me write a diary
Typhus and dysentery make your skin burn and diarrhea
When the ignorant curse, I hear my vast experience (hah)

You hated me without understanding, without listening
Cahit's son Panzer came from Berlin and forgave
Life is not a ruthless bitch, bow down, you wretch
Life is a beautiful woman who becomes a bitch because she didn't give it to you

You couldn't be a gentleman, you succumbed to your desires
You became a drug addict, you shivered in the heat
My hand doesn't escape the light, my binoculars are a microscope
The devil and his minions prepared the wrap you eat

Thug life is eternal, that pushta on the roads with a Mercedes
Your soul is married to a prostitute in a rented place
Make money, eat mantı, get silicone boobs
Your secrets will be hell

Your conscience is burning while you're alive
You were afraid of my shadow, you local bastard, my raps are like gods
My genes will cut you like a bitch and drink your blood
My hand went under the stone for your whorish soul
Rot playing PS4; Lebron James, Fuat Ergin

Get out the way yo
Get out the way

Knuckleduster in the master's hand
This song is 2 pushta
You'll vomit blood with a single sentence from me
A union that spits on your grave

Knuckleduster in the master's hand
This song is 2 pushta
You'll vomit blood with a single sentence from me
A union that spits on your grave

Knuckleduster in the master's hand
This song is 2 pushta
You'll vomit blood with a single sentence from me
A union that spits on your grave

Knuckleduster in the master's hand
This song is 2 pushta
You'll vomit blood with a single sentence from me
A union that spits on your grave

I don't give a fuck about
What you give a fuck about
I don't give a fuck, fuck
Why you all so dumb now?

Ain't no steaks alive
Get out the way, yo
Get out the way, yo
Get out the way
I got shits
Get out the way, yo
Get out the way