Текст и перевод песни Hazel - Groza

Groza

Yeah, uh-huh
Hey, it's gaze
Groza, groza, groza (It's fuckin' groza)

Ain't going up from 22 (no)
You know that I like my dick fresh
I can put a man if I wanted to (yeah)
You know that I like to whiplash

Hit him like boom, put me on top I be heavy
But he callin' me Big Mami
Booty like a big old jelly
He just layin' on my belly, yeah

"Konu bulun", diyo' bana herkes yolu bulup
Bilirsin hep ararım bi' bug'ını, bi' olurunu
Bulamazsın olur da bak atıyorum konumumu
Yeni bi' tune boost'ladım, bekliyorum yorumunu, ah

Kabinim elinde bak puzzle
Hırsız gibi sıyır, asıl
Sonra çıkıp de ki, "Bunun adı hustle"
Asla

Cebimde yok metelik, dönmüyo' hiç tekerim (yo, yo)
Bekliyo'm güzeli ama çıkıyo' hep beteri (hu)
Biletli bu sefer hit, yine felek geberir (yeah)
Belki mücadele swarm, ben hep tek tekeyim (aynen)

Biniyo'm Rover'a, değil hiç kağnı
Pun'larım akıyo', dolaşıyo'm bağırıp
Elmam dolu hep bin tane çağrı
Arıyo' bulamıyo' Cengiz Han'ım
Breeze esiyo' bak, Haze gaze fanı
Jewels'ı ayıkıyo'm, açılıyo' bağrım
Notada zıplıyo'm, koyamıyo' tanım
Yaşıyo'm altına chick wings banıp

Altı patlar, takla atar Huinzel
Hafif şiirsel, kahvaltıda köri Denzel
Anca paklar beni, "Bana pass ver" derim (pass)
Sanki "Hush" der dilim, asla terslemeni istemem beni (hush)

Kartlarım denk Asa, Akira gibi
Kira evim, flip'lerim hep bi' basamak kiri
Gidip al'ca'm bi' gün klibe tek müstakili
Takribimi işliyorum Master Splinta gibi

Damn, bitches be pressed pressed
Ain't got time to stress (no)
I be like dressed and blessed
Coming for me? Be my guest bitch

Be my guest bitch
Be my guest snitch
Be my guest bitch
Be my fuckin' guest snitch

Its Big Mami Locsta, you can call me lean
Get in your skin, deflected, all these lime green (yeah)
See me on the screen, yeah, you can call me the fuckin' beam
Mind at teen, boobies out, vice versa bitchykeen

Cebimde yok metelik, dönmüyo' hiç tekerim (uh)
Bekliyo'm güzeli ama çıkıyo' hep beteri (yo, uh)
Biletli bu sefer hit, yine felek geberir (um, yeah)
Belki mücadele swarm, ben hep tek tekeyim, yo

Groza, groza, groza

Thunderstorm

Yeah, uh-huh
Hey, it's gaze
Thunderstorm, thunderstorm, thunderstorm (It's a fuckin' thunderstorm)

Ain't going up from 22 (no)
You know I like my dick fresh
I can put a man in his place if I wanted to (yeah)
You know I like to whiplash

Hit him like boom, put me on top, I'm heavy
But he callin' me Big Mama
Booty like a big old jelly
He just layin' on my belly, yeah

Everyone tells me, "Find a topic," finding every way
You know I always look for a bug, a possibility
You can't find it, even if I send you my location
I boosted a new tune, I'm waiting for your comment, ah

My booth is in your hands, look, a puzzle
Steal it like a thief, really
Then come out and say, "This is called hustle"
Never

There's no money in my pocket, my wheels ain't turning (no, no)
I'm waiting for something good, but all I get is worse (hu)
This time the hit has a ticket, fate will die again (yeah)
Maybe the struggle is a swarm, I'm always one on one (exactly)

I'm riding a Rover, not a cart at all
My punches are flowing, I'm walking around yelling
My apple is always full, a thousand calls
They call, they can't find Genghis Khan's lady
The breeze is blowing, look, Haze is a fan of gaze
I'm picking out the jewels, my heart opens up
I'm jumping on the note, they can't define me
I'm living under chick wings, banning

The bottom explodes, Huinzel flips
Slightly poetic, curry Denzel for breakfast
Only I can handle it, I say, "Pass me the ball" (pass)
It's like my tongue says, "Hush," I never want you to cross me (hush)

My cards match Ace, like Akira
My rented apartment, my flips are always a step broken
One day I'm gonna get a detached house just for the video
I'm working on my approach like Master Splinter

Damn, bitches be pressed pressed
Ain't got time to stress (no)
I be like dressed and blessed
Coming for me? Be my guest bitch

Be my guest bitch
Be my guest snitch
Be my guest bitch
Be my fuckin' guest snitch

It's Big Mama Locsta, you can call me lean
Get in your skin, deflected, all these lime green (yeah)
See me on the screen, yeah, you can call me the fuckin' beam
Mind at teen, boobies out, vice versa bitchykeen

There's no money in my pocket, my wheels ain't turning (uh)
I'm waiting for something good, but all I get is worse (no, uh)
This time the hit has a ticket, fate will die again (um, yeah)
Maybe the struggle is a swarm, I'm always one on one, yo

Thunderstorm, thunderstorm, thunderstorm