Текст и перевод песни Montiego feat. Saman Wilson & Sohrab Mj - Harf Mofte

Harf Mofte

همه لفظ میان در حدِ زیاد
ولی ساکت میشن پایِ عدد که بیاد
زر مفته و هر کی شعر گفته
میدونی که براش سند نمیخواد
یکی زیرآب میزنه خودش رو آب بمونه
انقد فک مشغوله شاید سوراخ شه جونه
صبح در میاره ادا تنگا رو
ولی توو دماغی میره بالا شبا سنگا رو
خوبتو میگن بدتو میخوان
تولدتو نه ولی خطمتو میام
از اون دور هم فقط عکستو میپان
اینا نعشه ی یه پُکَن و مستِ دو لیوان
خلاصه که اوضاع قاراش میشه
هر کی اَ راه میرسه سریع داداش میشه
میگه میاد کارو انجام میده
ولی میزنه زیرش و مثِ برجام میشه زاخار
دورِ هم میشن سیبیلا جمع ، نه نمیاد تکیلا کم
خیلی کولن و بیخیالن ، کسی نمیبَره شیتیلارم
همه لارجن ، اما باجم بنده توو جمعَم
همه شاخن ، اما گاون نه نمیفهمن
مونتیگو ، تونی یه یو ، اوجی هِیزو
کلی چَکو فوری سکو
بپا میای با ما نکنی تو اودی یهو
تنها بیا نیار اون رفیقای او*یتو
اینجا دیگه هر چی گنگ بود با ماهاست
ونکورتا دالاس و کانکون باهاماست
برّه ای تووی گله ی گُرگا
یه باختِ سنگینی لا دره ی بردا
رد بشی از سدِ یه دنیا
تیکه بزرگت مزه ی وو*دکامه
دست گرفتیم هر جا یه کارو
سنگین چیدیم همه برنامه ها رو
همه دوس دارن سرمایه دارو
آره باور کن همه حرفایِ ما رو
همش راسته و بلوف نی
باس بیای زیرِ ماها میخوای کلفت شی
دورِ هم میشن سیبیلا جمع ، نه نمیاد تکیلا کم
خیلی کولن و بیخیالن ، کسی نمیبَره شیتیلارم
همه لارجن ، اما باجم بنده توو جمعَم
همه شاخن ، اما گاون نه نمیفهمن
اشتباهات نوکِ زبونشونه
درستیاتو کامل دارن میپوشونن
وایسادن کنارِ گود
زِر زِر و غر غر صبح تا شب موش میدوئونن
بهشون حال بدی
جو میگیرتشون و یه دیس حال توو سرت میکوبونن
میگن حقِ ما بنزه
بذاری زیرِ پاشون صفحه کلاژ اتوماتو میسوزونن
تو میخوای بهشون خوش بگذره
همه فکرِ اینا اینه که باهات طرف شن
چون نمیخوان بالا بری
خودِ خرشون قراره توو همکف تلف شن
تمام زوری که دارنو بزنن
ممکنه منها "خف" خفّن شن
ادبیاتشون نظرات و قصه
ریاضی که میشه عدداشون صفره
دورِ هم میشن سیبیلا جمع ، نه نمیاد تکیلا کم
خیلی کولن و بیخیالن ، کسی نمیبَره شیتیلارم
همه لارجن ، اما باجم بنده توو جمعَم
همه شاخن ، اما گاون نه نمیفهمن
هر کی رسید گفت با ماست
ولی باید بشه دلا راست
اگه اینجاییم خدا خواسته
حرف حرفِ این دلاراست

Empty Promise

Everyone talks big
But shuts up when the numbers come
Mufti money, anyone who wrote a poem
You know you don't need a passport for this
One man sabotages himself, submerges to survive
His mind is so busy that his life might be in danger
He behaves respectfully in the morning
But at night, he goes crazy in his head
They say nice things about you, but they want the worst for you
I won't come to your birthday, but I'll attend your engagement
From afar, I'll just take your picture
They get intoxicated with one puff and get drunk with two glasses
In short, the situation is messed up
Anyone who comes along quickly becomes your brother
He says he'll come and do the job
But he backs out and becomes a loser like the Iran nuclear deal
They gather like mustaches, but there's never a shortage of tequila
They're very cool and carefree, nobody takes their nonsense
They're all important, but I'm in charge of the money
They're all big, but they're stupid and don't understand
Montiego, Tony Yayo, Oji Heizo
Lots of checks, fast money
Watch out, don't overdo it with us
Come alone, don't bring your coward friends
Here with us are all the gangs there were
Vancouver, Dallas, Cancun, Bahamas
A lamb in a wolf's pack
A big loss in the valley of victories
To get past the barriers of the world
Your big piece tastes like vodka
We've taken care of everything
We've planned everything carefully
Everyone wants a capitalist
Yes, trust all our words
It's all true, not bragging
You have to submit to us if you want to be a bully
They gather like mustaches, but there's never a shortage of tequila
They're very cool and carefree, nobody takes their nonsense
They're all important, but I'm in charge of the money
They're all big, but they're stupid and don't understand
Their mistakes are on the tip of their tongue
They completely cover up your righteousness
They stood by the sidelines
Yapping and nagging, running around like mice all day long
If you make them feel bad
They get carried away and rain a bad mood on you
They say our right is to be equal
Let them burn the collage page under their feet
You want them to have a good time
All they think about is having you on their side
Because they don't want you to succeed
They're going to perish on the ground floor
They'll do their best
They may become very negative
Their literature is opinions and stories
When it comes to mathematics, their numbers are zero
They gather like mustaches, but there's never a shortage of tequila
They're very cool and carefree, nobody takes their nonsense
They're all important, but I'm in charge of the money
They're all big, but they're stupid and don't understand
Everyone who came along said they were with us
But their hearts must be true
If we are here, it is God's will
The word of this dollar is the word