Текст и перевод песни Grogi feat. Anıl Piyancı - Kokpit

Kokpit

One, two, three to the four
Yere sekti top, bu da ilk periyot
Anıl smaca kalkan adama kitledi blok
Adam gibi yönet hakem macı, ibnelik yok

Ritimse iyi gelio
Beyoncé gibi kalcaları titretiyo
Arka masada bana bakan kız cilveli çok
Eli telefonda, tabi gelen bildirim bol

Şarkımı dinledi o
Şimdi girip ITunes'dan indirio
Sonra arabaya takıp daya ibreyi son
Yaşa kafana göre, sana ne kim ne diyo?

Testide su yok ama bitmedi yol
Jay-Z gibi 100 bin dolara da feat veriyon
Bütün dünya hip-hop'a kitleniyo
Sense gidip Demet Akalın'a imreniyon

Etrafım hep zombi, yine hep beraber tutuyoruz tempo (bitch)
Şu anda Hollywood'ta çekilen bu en son film
Duyunca sesimi salgılar vücut endorfin
En zor lig

Başarana sıradan olur
Elinde balta var, yine de kıramaz odun
Her boku yedin ya, al sırada domuz
Ben de rap geniş ama bak Sıla'da omuz

Kalk, kalk, kalk hiçbi' şey zor değil
Bak, bak, bak hepimiz no name
Kaptanınız konuşuyo: "Burası kokpit"
Uçuşa hazırız, hostes getir kokteyl

Kalk, kalk, kalk hiçbi' şey zor değil
Bak, bak, bak hepimiz no name
Kaptanınız konuşuyo: "Burası kokpit"
Uçuşa hazırız, hostes getir kokteyl

One, two, three to the four
Grogi, Brok, Anıl, hit yapıyo
Sana göre ne Pac, ne de Big Poppa yok
İşte hip-hop, onun için ilk paradoks

Rap'in fino kadar, bu müzik imparator
Kafam Amsterdam'dan ithal bir kavanoz
Sürekli çalışmak, gelir insana zor
İzlerim uzaktan, fakat hiç çaba yok

Rap kızgın boğa gibi, kim matador?
Onu zindana sok, sonra gir kafa kol
Risk alan ol, iki de bir karakol
Taktik, yaya yürüyoruz Impala yok

İnsan imtaana tabî ve imkanı yok
Kimi bin tane yalanıyla dillerde çok
Aha, aha kalenizde binlerce gol
Aha, aha biliyoruz kimler keko (yeah)

Ah, aramızda derin bi' fark var
Ben işimdeyim, tek derdin yerimi kapmak
Geride kalma, 35 seni de katlar
Burası bizim, yapılır derin hesaplar

Be haspam, yüz verdik isteme astar
Sen yaparsın rap, sayar yerinde paspal
Kanasla, kafasına flowu pasla
Haketmez bazıları yeni bi' şans da

Kalk, kalk, kalk hiçbi' şey zor değil
Bak, bak, bak hepimiz no name
Kaptanınız konuşuyo: "Burası kokpit"
Uçuşa hazırız, hostes getir kokteyl

Kalk, kalk, kalk hiçbi' şey zor değil
Bak, bak, bak hepimiz no name
Kaptanınız konuşuyo: "Burası kokpit"
Uçuşa hazırız, hostes getir kokteyl

Kalk, kalk, kalk hiçbi' şey zor değil
Bak, bak, bak hepimiz no name
Kaptanınız konuşuyo: "Burası kokpit"
Uçuşa hazırız, hostes getir kokteyl

Kalk, kalk, kalk hiçbi' şey zor değil
Bak, bak, bak hepimiz no name
Kaptanınız konuşuyo: "Burası kokpit"
Uçuşa hazırız, hostes getir kokteyl

Cockpit

One, two, three to the four
The ball bounced on the floor, this is the first period
Anıl blocked the guy going for a dunk
Ref, manage the game fairly, no bullshit

The rhythm feels good
Making hips shake like Beyoncé
The girl at the back table is looking at me, she's flirty
Her hand's on the phone, of course, lots of notifications coming in

She listened to my song
Now she's downloading it from iTunes
Then she'll plug it in the car and push the needle to the end
Live your life your way, who cares what anyone says?

There's no water in the test tube, but the road ain't over
Like Jay-Z, you give features for 100 grand
The whole world is hooked on hip-hop
But you're out there admiring Demet Akalın

Surrounded by zombies, still keeping the tempo together (bitch)
This is the latest movie being shot in Hollywood right now
Hearing my voice makes your body release endorphins
The toughest league

For the successful, it becomes ordinary
You have an axe in your hand, yet you can't chop wood
You ate all the crap, now it's time for pig
My rap is broad, but look at Sıla's shoulders

Get up, get up, get up, nothing's hard
Look, look, look, we're all no names
Your captain speaking: "This is the cockpit"
We're ready for takeoff, stewardess, bring the cocktails

Get up, get up, get up, nothing's hard
Look, look, look, we're all no names
Your captain speaking: "This is the cockpit"
We're ready for takeoff, stewardess, bring the cocktails

One, two, three to the four
Grogi, Brok, Anıl, making hits
According to you, there's no Pac, no Big Poppa
This is hip-hop, that's the first paradox

Rap is the emperor, as much as fino
My head is a jar imported from Amsterdam
Working constantly gets hard
I watch from afar, but there's no effort

Rap is like an angry bull, who's the matador?
Lock him in the dungeon, then enter head-to-head
Take risks, police station every now and then
Tactic, we're walking, no Impala

Man is subject to trial and has no means
Some are on everyone's lips with their thousand lies
Aha, aha, thousands of goals in your net
Aha, aha, we know who the posers are (yeah)

Ah, there's a deep difference between us
I'm on my grind, your only concern is to take my place
Don't fall behind, 35 will stack you too
This is ours, deep calculations are made here

Hey buddy, we gave you face, don't ask for lining
You rap, counting like a bumpkin in his place
With your left hand, pass the flow to his head
Some don't deserve another chance

Get up, get up, get up, nothing's hard
Look, look, look, we're all no names
Your captain speaking: "This is the cockpit"
We're ready for takeoff, stewardess, bring the cocktails

Get up, get up, get up, nothing's hard
Look, look, look, we're all no names
Your captain speaking: "This is the cockpit"
We're ready for takeoff, stewardess, bring the cocktails

Get up, get up, get up, nothing's hard
Look, look, look, we're all no names
Your captain speaking: "This is the cockpit"
We're ready for takeoff, stewardess, bring the cocktails

Get up, get up, get up, nothing's hard
Look, look, look, we're all no names
Your captain speaking: "This is the cockpit"
We're ready for takeoff, stewardess, bring the cocktails