Текст и перевод песни Maestro feat. No.1 - Dahi

Dahi

Yıllarım sokaklarda kayboldu
Kimine ayıp oldu
Teypte Ceza çaldığında stüdymda mic on du
Bugün de tozlu olan raflardan armağan bu rap
Sizde 33 10 bende ise iPhone du
Devir değişti Rapçi Rap müzikte parayı
İster oldu yeraltında emekçiymiş alayı (siktir)
Kafiyem hazine lan benim banka dolu
Önceden sövdüğünüz adamlarla gidip kanka olun baaak
Sokaklar eğlence mekanım tabi kaçar keyifler maes basarsa mekanı yaa
Rapleriniz salça Hip-Hop u çok bilirler onlar ancak klipte oynatır kalça
Yeraltı otopark arabamı park edeyim
Bugün yeşil sahada rakibi yarın farkedeyim
Bırakmıyor bak yutunca ex beyin
Maltepede dıramam ben Kadıköy de rexteyim
(şşşşş) sessiz ol sakin
Bu yeraltında Rapçilerin %5 i dahi
Sessiz ol sakin
Bu yeraltında Rapçilerin %5 i dahi
Gezerim elim cebimde
Kimin keyfi yerinde
Gram ağırlığın yok ki senin aklın nere
Hepsi başlamadan bıraktı ben direnmelteyim
Sokakda üstümüze sindi müzik dezenfekteyin
Yükselen kafaya bağlı vucüd gibi yere yakın
Biz sana sürünerek Rap yapan mc mothafucka
Sen ol bir Bülent Ko ben de Şener Şen yada benim için farketmez nasıl istersen
Siz Hip-Hop u kovalayın ben tutup da gezdireyim
Kaşarlara küfredip de kendinize mc deyin
Bu cehennemin senin dibinde rezilliğin
Kötü günleri düşünüp bugünden kesilmeyi İstenen sonucuyla sonu farklı bayım
Bu mikrofonun başında bi konu yok ki dayı
Yürü git lan uzatmadan uza
Kendin yaramazsın yeraltında fırsat karaborsa (biaatch)
(şşşşş) sessiz ol sakin
Bu yeraltında Rapçilerin %5 i dahi
Sessiz ol sakin
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Dahi

My years got lost in the streets
Some people felt shame
When Ceza was playing on my tape, my studio mic was on
Today this rap is a gift from those dusty shelves
You had a 3310, while I had an iPhone
The times have changed, rappers started wanting money from rap music
They all claim to be underground workers (fuck off)
My rhymes are a treasure, my bank is full
Look, the people you used to insult, you're now hanging out with them
The streets are my playground, of course I have fun if Maes rocks the place
Your raps are like tomato puree, they claim to know a lot about hip hop, but all they do in their videos is shake their butts
I'm gonna park my car in the underground parking
Today I'm fighting an opponent on the green field, tomorrow I might end up recognizing him
Ex-brain won't let me go when I swallow it
I can't hang out in Maltepe, I'm in the rex in Kadıköy
(shhhh...) be quiet and calm
Only 5% of rappers in this underground are worth anything
Be quiet and calm
Only 5% of rappers in this underground are worth anything
I'm walking around with my hands in my pockets
Who's having a good time
You don't have an ounce of weight, where's your mind
They all quit before they even started, I'm still resisting
Street music has permeated us, disinfect it
Like a body that's close to the ground, my head is high
We're the MC motherfuckers who make rap while crawling on the ground
You be Bülent Ko and I'll be Şener Şen, or it doesn't matter to me, whatever you want
You chase hip hop, I'll catch it and walk it around
You insult sluts and call yourself an MC
Your disgrace is in the depths of this hell
Thinking about the bad days and wanting to get rid of today, the desired outcome is different from the end, my friend
There's no point in this microphone, buddy
Get going and don't be annoying
You're no good on your own, you're just an opportunity in the underground black market (bitch)
(shhhh...) be quiet and calm
Only 5% of rappers in this underground are worth anything
Be quiet and calm
Only 5% of rappers in this underground are worth anything