Текст и перевод песни Geeflow feat. Defkhan, Crak & Albatros - Kirli Sokaklar

Kirli Sokaklar

Her köşeside dehşet, Kirli sokaklar, kanlı kaldırımlar, kopar kızıl kıyamet.
Oldu olanlar beterin beteri var, Sen sağ ben selamet, Ödeşdik hasar ikimizde de var.
Allah'a emanet.
Kirli sokaklar, kapalı kapılar...
Kirli sokaklar, gizli tokatlar, Pis kokarlar psikopatlar.
Asvaltın yerlisi betonla yamalanır.
Namusun derisi kiki kabusun elçisi yüzünden kavrulur sevgilin.
Sokaklarımız kirli fakat namuslarımız tertemiz, Kiki kabuslarımız depderin mama makbuzlara elverişli Cadde ameli tahta kaleni alevler kucaklar, Yakılır kitaplar ve ilim üstüne kalemler uzakta moruk.
Gangstalık yapanı çok gördük biz kaç tane tabutu sırtlandık, Biz kaç tane bedeni yıkadık ve de kaç mezarın önünde zırladık.
Ruhlara fatiha okuduk, koruduk yorulup ruhlara yadigar, Muhtara mâni var, hislere bilmece kinlede illede bize ver içim yinede arifan.
Düşmanlarınla selamını kesme ama düşmanlarınınla irtibata geçme, Güvenip arkadaşlarım var deme kimselere ana bacını emanet etme.
Zerafet şehveti ameli menzil kadere tehdit cehalet emri, Bayrak sarılı cansız beden yaşlı gözlere cenaze rengi.
Her köşeside dehşet, Kirli sokaklar, kanlı kaldırımlar, kopar kızıl kıyamet.
Oldu olanlar beterin beteri var, Sen sağ ben selamet, Ödeşdik hasar ikimizde de var.
Allah'a emanet.
Kirli sokaklar, kapalı kapılar...
Ters ve düz, yalan ve doğru, Sokaklarım pis yanarsın oğlum.
Kirli caddeler gizli kahpeler, Kayarsın hop tut balansı doğru, Hergün taciz her yanım aciz.
Cadde kuralsız sistem matematiksel Sokakrak yanarak çıkacak külden dünden bu güne yarım hapis, Sana Texas bize Paris, Uykuda kaptır kendini kurumuş kanlı elleri, Bu serseri kurşun vursun bütün engelleri, Sevme beni sev kendini ver hendini ver çantanı, Sat kankanı at bankana paraları, Yap kaybol git sanane vaktin kalmadı.
Yere düşsün ölsün hanen Hapisden genişi gördüm abim, Büyük bi kavganın insanlarıyız, Beş kişi varsa dörtü katil.
Beyne gerek yok tabanca varsa, Kullanabilir onu sakınca varsa.
Herkes kendine kahraman artistlik başka aptallık başka.
Hamm City ghetto sana zindan nası yaptti, Para ver lan ya kardeş ya düşman, Kimse bi fayda görmedi arkadaşından, Ya da ben görmedim en azından.
Her filmin sonunda hüsran solumda düşman Kolumda güç yok bildiğin gibi değil yoruldum usta.
Her köşeside dehşet, Kirli sokaklar, kanlı kaldırımlar, kopar kızıl kıyamet.
Oldu olanlar beterin beteri var, Sen sağ ben selamet, Ödeşdik hasar ikimizde de var.
Allah'a emanet.
Kirli sokaklar, kapalı kapılar...
Kirli sokaklarda dehşet, her köşesinde kıyamet kopuyor, ölüm kokuyor noluyor?
Bu asvalt felaket karanlık caddesinden tut otobanına kadar.
Kim olursa olsun mezarı olur korumayıda yakar, Hiç biri buna sahip olamaz.
Bacak kadar çocuk elinde tabanca, bıçak, bıçkın ve korkusuzdur bak, Savaş meydanına döner anında patlar ana atar damar.
Cehenneme kadar yolu var yaradan kirli sokaklar.
Geceden gündüzüme hayatım bi bahane, Sokaklarımın kirli yıkanmaz elle.
Karanlık onca sahne köşe bucak mahalle, Korkunun sebebi çok yüzünde.
Gelen giden aratır üstümde kanlı satır, Gramı gramına çektim kafam yine çakır.
Yıkılır üzerine hayatın pare pare, Sebepsiz gömülecek beden toprak içine
Her köşeside dehşet, Kirli sokaklar, kanlı kaldırımlar, kopar kızıl kıyamet.
Oldu olanlar beterin beteri var, Sen sağ ben selamet, Ödeşdik hasar ikimizde de var.
Allah'a emanet.
Kirli sokaklar, kapalı kapılar...

Dirty Streets

Horror on every corner, dirty streets, bloody sidewalks, the red apocalypse is breaking.
What happened is worse than worse, You are right, I am safe, We are even, we both have damage.
Trust in Allah.
Dirty streets, closed doors...
Dirty streets, secret slaps, stinks, psychopaths.
The native of the asphalt is patched with concrete.
The skin of honor is scorched because of Kiki, the messenger of nightmare, your lover.
Our streets are dirty, but our honor is immaculate, Our Kiki nightmares depderin mama convenient for receipts Street work embraces your wooden castle in flames, books are burned and pencils on science are far away, old man.
We've seen a lot of gangsters, how many coffins we've lifted, how many bodies we've washed, and how many graves we've cried in front of.
We have read fatiha to the souls, we have protected them, we are tired of heirlooms to the souls, there is an obstacle to the Mukhtar, a riddle to the feelings, but give it to us anyway, arifan.
Don't say hello to your enemies, but don't contact your enemies, don't trust and say you have friends, don't entrust your mother sister to anyone.
The lust for elegance, the range of deeds, the threat to fate, the order of ignorance, The lifeless body wrapped in a flag, the funeral color to old eyes.
Horror on every corner, dirty streets, bloody sidewalks, the red apocalypse is breaking.
What happened is worse than worse, You are right, I am safe, We are even, we both have damage.
Trust in Allah.
Dirty streets, closed doors...
Reverse and straight, lie and true, My streets will burn dirty, my son.
Dirty streets, hidden bitches, You slip, hop and hold the balance correctly, Harassment every day, everything around me is helpless.
Street system without rules mathematical Streetrak will burn to ash half a prison from yesterday to today, Texas to you, Paris, Get lost in sleep with dried bloody hands, Let this punk shoot all the obstacles, Don't love me, love yourself, give your ditch, Sell your buddy, throw money to the bank, Do it, Get lost, get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, Get lost, there's no time left for you.
Whether he falls to the ground or dies, I've seen a lot from prison, brother, We are people of a big fight, If there are five people, four of them are murderers.
There's no need for a brain, if there's a gun, he can use it if you don't mind.
Everyone is a hero to themselves, another artistic, another stupidity.
How did Hamm City ghetto make a dungeon for you, Give me money, either brother or enemy, No one benefited from your friend, Or at least I didn't.
At the end of every movie, frustration is on my left, the enemy has no strength in my arm, not as you know, I'm tired, master.
Horror on every corner, dirty streets, bloody sidewalks, the red apocalypse is breaking.
What happened is worse than worse, You are right, I am safe, We are even, we both have damage.
Trust in Allah.
Dirty streets, closed doors...
What is the horror in the dirty streets, the apocalypse is breaking out in every corner, it smells of death?
From this asphalt disaster dark street to the tut highway.
No matter who has a grave, burns the protection, no one can have it.
Look, the kid is holding a pistol, a knife, a knife and is fearless until the leg, he returns to the battlefield, instantly explodes the main artery.
He has a way to hell, dirty streets from the wound.
From night to day, my life is an excuse, My streets are dirty and can't be washed by hand.
All these dark scenes are around the corner, The reason for the fear is very on the face.
The incoming and outgoing searches for a bloody line on me, I pulled gram by gram, my head is banging again.
Your life will fall down on you par by par, The body will be buried in the ground for no reason
Horror on every corner, dirty streets, bloody sidewalks, the red apocalypse is breaking.
What happened is worse than worse, You are right, I am safe, We are even, we both have damage.
Trust in Allah.
Dirty streets, closed doors...