Hayki feat. Patron - Endustri - перевод текста песни на английский

Yeah, shit, PMC top class, baby

Ah

(Boss)

Ortada ne kadar para var ve kokoş rap'ten ne anlar?

How much money is there and what do they understand from fake rap?

Gelir çakma PR, baksan hepsi Rihanna

Fake PR comes, look, they're all Rihanna

Bizse hâlâ home studio, PC Windows, Mac yok

We're still home studio, PC Windows, no Mac

Biz yapmazsak, rap'çi, inan ki size de ekmek yok

Believe me, if we don't do it, there's no bread for you rappers either

Eleştirmeyi kesip de kulak ver, bi' saat sonra sen holigan (holigan)

Stop criticizing and listen, you'll be a hooligan in an hour (hooligan)

Rap silahlarımız, yeraltı sadece poligon, yeah (poligon)

Our rap weapons, the underground is just a polygon, yeah (polygon)

Güneş gibi yakarım, bul kendine bi' koli yoğurt (koli yoğurt)

I burn like the sun, find yourself a pack of yogurt (pack of yogurt)

Gerekirse yalarım lolipop, çünkü tek yol hip-hop

If necessary, I'll lick a lollipop, because the only way is hip-hop

Kuş foli, koma foli, doli yağıyi' doli

Bird foil, coma foil, fill the oil to the brim

Honki ponki torino, mal, olma bari komik

Honki ponki torino, dude, don't be funny

Siz salaklarsınız, siz araklarsınız, yeah

You are idiots, you are drunks, yeah

Siz para basanlarsınız, bizse korkak olmayanlarız

You are the money printers, we are the fearless ones

Yeah, motherfuckers

Al sana roket, bu pat motherfucker dolu tatil bavulu gibi

Here's a rocket for you, this motherfucker is like a full vacation suitcase

Pat-patlamasa da hâlâ vurur kafana kelimeleri ramazan davulu gibi (bam)

Even if it doesn't explode, the words still hit your head like a Ramadan drum (bam)

Boktan imajını savunur itin, benim süngü midemde rap için

The dog defends his shitty image, my bayonet is in my stomach for rap

Elim ise para kiri, bu rap'ten sonra size yakışan da bana göre 腹切り(bana göre 腹切り)

My hand is dirty with money, after this rap, what suits you is 腹切り (harakiri) according to me

No-no-no-no-no (fuckin' music industry)

I'm-I'm s-sorry (bullshit)

No-no-no-no-no

I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)

Hey endüstri, ya ya ya ya, sen en güzel

Hey industry, ya ya ya ya, you're the most beautiful

Yat'ca'z kalk'ca'z tabii, bekle sen bi', seks de benle pek pek pek güzel

We'll sleep and wake up of course, wait a minute, sex with me is very very very nice

Akçıl'ın ağzını bi' tek Hayk düzeltir, alt dudağını ısırma, kraliçem

Only Hayk can fix Akçıl's mouth, don't bite your lower lip, my queen

Ben sana gebereceğim ama gülmekten (ha-ha-ha)

I'm going to die for you, but from laughter (ha-ha-ha)

Hasta la vista, bebeğim, hürmetler

Hasta la vista, baby, respect

Yo giderli Demet, gider mi evet, müzisyen misin, striptizci mi, bitch?

Yo, Demet with a temper, is she leaving, yes, are you a musician or a stripper, bitch?

Aşk öyle mi, ahlak yoksulu Murat yoz denen seks düşkünü piç?

Is love like that, Murat the degenerate, the sex-crazed bastard called yoz?

Düş yataktan, geç sokaktan, neden sanat yok yarıştan çok?

Fall out of bed, walk down the street, why is there no art than competition?

Sapa, kulpa, kapağa itibar etmeyin demişti Barış Manço

Barış Manço said don't give credit to the handle, the handle, the cover

Neresini tutsam kop'cak, Gülşen ruhunu değil ama penisini okşar

Wherever I hold it, it will break, Gülşen will caress his penis, not his soul

Yenisini al tüket, bu pop chart, alçak rap'çiye bol şans

Buy a new one, consume it, this pop chart, good luck to the lowly rapper

Olacak, ama şart bak mutlak biraz ün

It will happen, but look, the condition is absolute, a little fame

Albüm diye satmasa rafında D&R siyanür, senin de ölmez sanatın

If D&R didn't sell cyanide on its shelf as an album, your art wouldn't die either

Her yapımcı mükemmel, seni tüketirler para biterse

Every producer is perfect, they consume you if the money runs out

Ha bire şöhretsin ama düzerse, patlar PR bi' an güzelsen

You are famous all the time, but if it fixes, PR explodes in an instant if you are beautiful

Şuraya imza at, yine gidersin nah, çıktığın gibi de inersin bak

Sign here, you'll go to hell again, and you'll get off the way you got on

Eskirsen bu da plastik saç, prensessin ama plastik taç

If you get old, this is also plastic hair, you are a princess but a plastic crown

No-no-no-no-no (fuckin' music industry)

I'm-I'm s-sorry (bullshit)

No-no-no-no-no

I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)

Vicdanı rafa kaldırmış star dediklerin

The stars you call who have put their conscience on the shelf

Sıçtığı bokla oynar, cüzdanın pandiklenir

Plays with the shit he shits, your wallet is ripped off

Bakkal zihinli tacirlerin elinde müzik

Music in the hands of grocer-minded merchants

Ruhunu satan bir omurgasızın taktikleri

Tactics of a spineless person who sold his soul

Hislerine tercüman olmuş, gerçekler papatya gibi solmuş

He has been an interpreter of his feelings, the truths have faded like a daisy

Söz yazamaz, beste yapamaz

Can't write lyrics, can't compose

Aranjör arayan, menajerine tapan salaklarla dolu ortam

An environment full of idiots looking for an arranger and worshiping their manager

Tek faydası (ne?) kendi cebine, kanka

The only benefit (what?) is to his own pocket, dude

Aynaya baktığında kendi gözüne bakamayan bir yavşak

A jerk who can't look into his own eyes when he looks in the mirror

Kariyeri için o yataktan o kucağa atlar

He jumps from that bed to that lap for his career

Yatlar katlar gelir ama sende onur yok, lan, kime şahlan'ca'n?

Yachts, flats come, but you have no honor, dude, who are you going to bully?

Çamura saplan, çırpındıkça bat'ca'n

Get stuck in the mud, the more you struggle, the more you sink

Hakikat bu tarafta, bacakların kimin omzunda? İyice bak, lan

The truth is on this side, whose shoulder are your legs on? Take a good look, dude

Şöhret peşinde bir avuç bulaş kan

A handful of bloodstains in pursuit of fame

Kulaç atar karanlığa, müzik benim silahım, anla

Swims into the darkness, music is my weapon, understand

Sense sistemin çarkısın, be ahmak

You are the cog of the system, you fool

Çomakla geldi üç MC, piçleri yine origami gibi katliyi'

Three MCs came with a stick, they slaughtered the bastards again like origami

Kuramsal ya da sanal yok, bu taktik, koyarsak çocuğu tadından yenmiyi'

There is no theoretical or virtual, this tactic, if we put the child, it is delicious

Sevenler alacaklı gibi bekler, borcumuz boynumuzdur onlara

Those who love wait like creditors, our debt is on our necks

Seni sevenler metazori kumpasa, Paralel Medya gibi mankafa

Those who love you are a forced conspiracy, like Parallel Media, idiot

Senden nefret edenler artık yalnız değiller

Those who hate you are no longer alone

Çuvaldız beni, seni zıpkın deler

The awl pierces me, the harpoon pierces you

Fuat dinlemez, hepinizi kum gibi eler

Fuat doesn't listen, he sifts you all like sand

N'aber, motherfucker?

What's up, motherfucker?

No-no-no-no-no (fuckin' music industry)

I'm-I'm s-sorry (bullshit)

No-no-no-no-no

I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)

Hayki , Patron - Endustri

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