Текст песни и перевод на английский Killa Hakan - Hodri Meydan

Hodri Meydan

Bak bu gece yordu bizi çıktığımız tepe
Alevli yollardan geldik su serpe serpe
Eloğlu külotundaki b-ktan kurtulmuş cephe
Orada burada konuşup laf sokuyor rap′e

Bizler savaşçıyız yer altından ordu
Baya boş işleriniz kafamızı yordu
Şimdi rahat bırak bizi yolumuzdan çekil
Git ne yapıyorsan yap senindir şekil

Şımarıklık yaparsan seni de darlarlar
Birden baskına gelir basar barbarlar
Dikişler patlar kanar yaralar
Hiç keyfi yok arkadaşın bu aralar

Ben gangsta'yım evet ağrıdı başım
Gene de fuck you lan kırılmaz taşım
Yalan dolanla doldun bardaktan taştın
B-kun kurudu yaştı kendini aştı

Bazen sıkıntı nefret öfkeli hâlim
Sen gene de sorma beni tamamdır ahvalim
Bizde yere düşersen kalk ağlama derler, derler
Buyur konuş artık sende haberler

Son olarak patlasın yüzünde punch′ım
Ben fighter'ım fight ölümüne inancım
Bizdeki tutku ölümüne bitmez
Ve şunu unutma ki Killa ölmeden gitmez

Fight kulüp cenkten cenke
Güç power yıkılmaz tower
Baba tayfa aktif fighter
Hunting time Berlin Crime

Fight kulüp cenkten cenke
Güç power yıkılmaz tower
Baba tayfa aktif fighter
Hunting time Berlin Crime

Old school dedikleri işte rapin özü
İşte rapin sözü iki gözü
Çağ atlar çağlar dumanlı dağlar
Kötü güçler durmuş yolumuza kör düğüm bağlar

Ne yollar eştik geçtik buradayım
Bir ayağım içeride bir ayağım dışarıda turdayım
Kıskançlar ağlar düşmana ağlar
Team 36 moruk silahını yağlar

Jack hammers head spins windmills
Head slidge baby spins, hand hops danslar
Hodri meydan moruk yarı yarı şanslar
Kanlıdır boot's back to the root′s

Biz damgamızı beton sokaklara bastık
Beton sokaklara moruk bayrakları astık
Doğru dürüst olana feda olur canımız
Hak yolunda düşebiliriz akar kanımız

Killa babacan bastır skills ve de rule
Taktik ve cool fight school fighters
Bizler sokaktan ghetto insiders
Silahı çek zoom end of the room

Klik klik klak şlik şlak
Fight the enemy out in the dark
Bu tayfa rough ya Berlin Mafya
36 fighters Ghetto insider′s

Fight kulüp cenkten cenke
Güç power yıkılmaz tower
Baba tayfa aktif fighter
Hunting time Berlin Crime

Fight kulüp cenkten cenke
Güç power yıkılmaz tower
Baba tayfa aktif fighter
Hunting time Berlin Crime

Fight kulüp cenkten cenke
Güç power yıkılmaz tower
Baba tayfa aktif fighter
Hunting time Berlin Crime

Fight kulüp cenkten cenke
Güç power yıkılmaz tower
Baba tayfa aktif fighter
Hunting time Berlin Crime

Hodri Meydan

Look, baby, tonight, we're tired, this hill we climbed
We came from fiery roads, sprinkle water, sprinkle
The other guy got rid of the shit in his underwear, the front line
He's talking here and there, poking fun at rap

We are warriors, an army from underground
Your pointless business tired us out
Now leave us alone, get out of our way
Go do what you do, it's your style

If you get cocky, they'll squeeze you too
Barbarians will suddenly raid and crush you
Stitches will burst, wounds will bleed
Your friend has no pleasure these days

I'm a gangsta, yeah, my head hurts
Still, fuck you, man, my stone can't be broken
You filled up with lies and deceit, overflowed from the glass
Your shit dried, aged, surpassed itself

Sometimes troubled, hateful, angry mood
Don't ask me, baby, my situation is alright
If you fall down here, they say, 'Get up, don't cry', they say
Now talk, you got the news too

Lastly, let my punch explode in your face
I'm a fighter, fight to the death is my belief
The passion we have never ends
And don't forget that Killa doesn't leave without dying

Fight club, from battle to battle
Strength, power, indestructible tower
Father crew, active fighter
Hunting time, Berlin Crime

Fight club, from battle to battle
Strength, power, indestructible tower
Father crew, active fighter
Hunting time, Berlin Crime

This is what they call old school, the essence of rap
Here are the words of rap, its two eyes
Leaping through ages, smoky mountains
Evil forces stand in our way, tying a blind knot

What roads we dug, we passed, I'm here
One foot inside, one foot outside, I'm on tour
Envious ones cry, cry to the enemy
Team 36, man, oils their weapons

Jackhammers, head spins, windmills
Head slidge, baby spins, hand hops dancing
Hodri Meydan, man, fifty-fifty chances
Bloody boots, back to the roots

We stamped our mark on the concrete streets
On the concrete streets, man, we hung the flags
We'd sacrifice our lives for those who are righteous
We could bleed, walking the right path

Killa, fatherly, push skills and rule
Tactical and cool, fight school fighters
We are from the streets, ghetto insiders
Pull the trigger, zoom, end of the room

Click click clack, shlick shlack
Fight the enemy out in the dark
This crew is rough, yeah, Berlin Mafia
36 fighters, ghetto insiders

Fight club, from battle to battle
Strength, power, indestructible tower
Father crew, active fighter
Hunting time, Berlin Crime

Fight club, from battle to battle
Strength, power, indestructible tower
Father crew, active fighter
Hunting time, Berlin Crime

Fight club, from battle to battle
Strength, power, indestructible tower
Father crew, active fighter
Hunting time, Berlin Crime

Fight club, from battle to battle
Strength, power, indestructible tower
Father crew, active fighter
Hunting time, Berlin Crime