Текст и перевод песни MRF feat. No. 1 - Sokağın Pisliği

Sokağın Pisliği

MRF verse
Denizli şehrini kuşatır 808 gecenin köründe sokakta tekiz
Karşına çıkanda biziz arkanda koşanda gündüz pak geceler pisiz
Herkese kesiz giziz hiphop???
Alırlar sadece tarzımı taklit bile edemezler
Edemezler peşimden korkmadan gelemezler
MRF bu yolda tek onlarsa örülmüş duvarları delemezler
Bende ki kol bozuk olsa da beni yenemezler
Gemimde tekim tenizde çekim dalganın hakkından gelirim devrilmeden
Geri verin beni kader elimde mi?
Her sona hazır ol yüksek kadar iyi bildirinleri??
Döner değirmenim yere düşsem bile yenilmedim
Sokağın pisliği ruhumu temizledi
Gülümseyin Atatürkler sen kendine gel
Gece bizi sürükler her şey geliyor üstüme
Giydim p*zevenk gömleğimi sen para ver ben böbreğimi
?? Cebimden eksilin iki yüz pound
Ayık halim sarhoş sohbeti
Seni s*kerim atarlar konfeti
Maketim bile iş yapar ama
Senin orjınalin konu mankeni
Or*pu gibi yat titanic gibi bat
Eşgalim ruhumun zittı inan bak
Sahnede yak bang? Gel k*ltak
Mikrofona konuş sesin çok alçak
Sihre duman bu arabalar
Yat altından merhabalar
Bu niggalar bunu yalar
808 ve bu kafalar
İçip çuvallar girip çıkarlar
Bizim çocuklar sıkıntı yapmam
Bozuk gözlerim????
Bayık uyan ve

The Scum Of The Street

MRF verse
It surrounds the city of Denizli 808 we are alone on the street in the dead of night
We are the ones who stand in front of you, we are the ones running behind you, we are dirty during the day and at night
Are you a secret hiphop to everyone???
They take it, they just can't even imitate my style
They can't come after me without being afraid
If the MRF are the only ones on this road, they can't break through the built-up walls
Even if my arm is broken, they can't beat me
I'm the only one on my ship, I'm shooting at your skin, I'll take care of the wave before it capsizes
Give me back, is fate in my hands?
Be ready for every ending Let them know as good as high??
My rotary mill, even if I fall to the ground, I'm not defeated
The filth of the street has cleansed my soul
Smile, Ataturks, you come to yourself
The night drags us, everything comes at me
I wore my fucking shirt, you give me money, I'll give you my kidney
?? Take two hundred pounds out of my pocket
My sober state is a drunken conversation
They'll fuck you up with confetti
Even my model does the job, but
The subject mannequin of your original
Yacht like a motherfucker, sink like the titanic
Let me describe the opposite of my soul, believe me
Burn bang on the stage? Come on k*ltak
Speak into the microphone your voice is too low
Smoke to magic these cars
Hello from under the yacht
These niggas lick it
808 and these heads
They drink and sacks come in and out
Our children do not make trouble
My bad eyes????
Mister, wake up and