Текст и перевод песни KING - Mafia

Mafia

Abhi to aye ek hi saal hua,
Mere naam se hi kyun bawal hua,
Mene rakhi soch aasmaan mein,
Mere jaise paida ek hi bar hua,

Jahan baithe nakli bande hum vahaan nahi jaate,
Hum rakhein bhaichara poora dokha nai kamaate

Hum milke hain khate na mufat mein ate roz baje mera phone,
Phone mein phari hain pariyon ki miss call but I'm just focused on my
Money and big goals kehti zindagi mein baby
Tere fun poora,self-made bande bohot kam hai by god
By god!

Sixer hath mein barood hawa mein

Hua baal na baka bada dum hai dua mein

Bana mera haq ka jo sab chheen lunga main

Jo mera koi nahi kisi ka na hua main

FUCK!!!
Ghante pe rakhun mein luck hit marne ki lagi lat,
Ja farmaan sunade in bando ko inki tooth pe parenge latth,
Khulegi datt lagegi bottle ye mere jo muh se to bando ki fatt,
Rakhi maashook jo tuje ye main hai padhi ye phone me mere alag.

Main lera poore najare,
Roj hi dua uthaare,
Roj hum hit bhi maare,
Roj hi dua kamaare,

Roj mashook bulati hai live pe keh ti hai kyu nai aare,
Raja bina baat ke live pe betha jhakk na maare,
Main beta shows pe maaru chhalang hawa mein 4 foot ki,
Ye baalak height me 4 biland aur baatein chodein looks ki,
Main maaru bars mein inki gaand tho galti dede hooks ki,
Ye playboy vo waale hain chiraand bhi jinse ek ni uth'ti.

FUCK!!!

Karna bawala tha,mai keh na chah rha tha,
Beef ke bina main dhua uthara tha,Dil se hi gaya tha,
Dil tak hi ja raha tha,saal tha pehla me 3 album lara tha,
Ye bane trend main history bana ra tha,
Legends bina main legend kehla ra tha,i had to put 'em on mute,
Inko chup karana tha!
Main sab janta hun maine likha ni diss tabhi tumne chhapi khabar,
Meri heart break bani sold out kisi ne bhi kiya nai iska zikar,
Ye sab kehte karein Hiphop support tho kaisa padhi ni nazar?
Kher koi baat nai Raja paer dhare jahan vahi pe machega darr!

Abhi tho aye ek hi saal hua,
Mere naam se hi kyu bawal hua,
Mene rakhi soch aasmaan mein,
Mere jaisa paida ek hi baar hua,

Jahan baithe nakli bande
Hum vahaan nahi jaate,
Hum rakhein baichara poora
Dokha nai kamaate

Hum milke hai khaate
Na mufat mein aate
Roj baje mere phone,phone me padhi hai pariyon ki miss call
But im focused on my money and my big goals
Kehti zindagi mein baby tere fun poora,
Self-made bande bohot kam hain by god
By god!
By god!
By god!
By Rei Tavom

Mafia

It's been only a year,
Why is there so much noise about my name,
I set my mind to the sky,
There's only one like me,

We don't go where fake people sit,
We keep our brotherhood strong, we don't deceive

We eat together, we don't come for free, my phone rings every day,
My phone is full of missed calls from angels, but I'm just focused on my
Money and big goals, life tells me, baby
Your fun is complete, self-made people are very rare, by god
By god!

Sixer in hand, gunpowder in the air

There's no hair left, there's a lot of strength in prayer

I'll take back everything that was stolen from me

If no one's mine, I won't be anyone's

FUCK!!!
I put luck on the clock, I have a habit of hitting,
I go and give these guys my orders, they'll get a stick in their teeth,
My mouth will open, a bottle will pop, and these guys will get their faces smashed in,
You who keep me as your lover, this is what I read in my phone, it's different.

I'll take on all the stares,
I'll pray every day,
We'll hit every day,
We'll earn every prayer,

Every day my lover calls me on live and asks why I'm not here,
The king sits on the live without a word, don't let it get you down,
I jump on the shows and do a 4-foot backflip,
This kid is 4 feet tall and talks about looks,
I'll hit them with bars and fuck their ass up, then give them hooks,
They're the playboys who don't even get a hard-on from them.

FUCK!!!

I was going to go wild, I didn't want to say it,
I made smoke without beef, it came from the heart,
It went to the heart, it was the first year I fought 3 albums,
I was trending and making history,
Without legends, I was called a legend, I had to mute them,
I had to shut them up!
I know it all, I didn't write a diss then, so you printed the news,
My heartbreak sold out, no one mentioned it,
They all say they support Hiphop, why don't they read it?
But whatever, where the King's foot is placed, there will be fear!

It's been only a year,
Why is there so much noise about my name,
I set my mind to the sky,
There's only one like me,

Where fake people sit
We don't go there,
We keep our brotherhood strong
We don't deceive

We eat together
We don't come for free
My phone rings every day, my phone is full of missed calls from angels
But im focused on my money and my big goals
Life tells me, baby, your fun is complete,
Self-made people are very rare, by god
By god!
By god!
By god!
By Rei Tavom