Текст и перевод песни Muxaveli - Bhai Bhai Kar Kay (feat. Emilio Myles)

Bhai Bhai Kar Kay (feat. Emilio Myles)

Bhai Bhai kar kay
Sir pay mere charhtay
Dhaai ghar chaltay hain kal k yeh larkay
Phatti inki jaibain or baray hain in kay kharchay
Larkiun kay peechay bhaagain
Hain paidaishi karkay

Luchay Tuchay hain
Katya kay kutton ki tarah uchlay hain
Urdu May baat karain
Angrezi kapray pehnain
Par boli say jaltay hain
Qaiday k kitnay pakkay yeh
Baktay hain
Baray bol se Tauba karain
Phir Peechay parhtay hain
Phenkay huye cigarette ki tarah
Girtay parhtay hain
Uthao toh jaltay hain
Khookli baatain kartay hain
Big Boss kay choday
Social media ko reality Tv Samajh kay
Zee horror show ki rooh ki tarah
Fame k liye bhataktay hain
Toron inkay ghutnay main
Githay moun say tatti kartay hain
Charas ki Chass May doobay
Bawal choday
Khud apni iss lutt kay Zariye
Apni kabrain khodain
Khoye hoye Sambha banay
Oopar gabbar ko rakhtay hain
Rap karna hai Phir mic pakray
Maula jutt ki tarah dikhatay jalway
Maulay nu maula na maaray
Dosray kalakaar say Noori Nath Sa sulook kartay hain
Naam jo khud k liye na Kia
Woh aaj khullay May baktay
Hip-Hop kay liye Kia
Par yeh Dus Sir waalay Ravan jaisay
Bhari mehfil may dasheray jaisay jaltay hain
Online aakar chohay ki fitrat waalay
Khud ko sher samajtay hain

Bhai Bhai kar kay
Sir pay mere charhtay
Dhaai ghar chaltay hain kal k yeh larkay
Phatti inki jaibain or baray hain in kay kharchay
Larkiun kay peechay bhaagain
Hain paidaishi karkay

Jalwa inka Artist sa
Jallay inki bina Maachis Kia
Itna ab kon Inko bolay chal janay dia
Hawai fire kartay
Kuss May inn ki fire kia
Sakhawat honi thi Pakistani
Par apnay ko Millay Saray nallay pao Rakhi Sawant yahan
Ayi inki shaamat Kia
Bhaagain aye mere pass yahan
Na Dawood hon may buss wad hai apna Ibrahim sa
D pay mere charhtay
Company aisi nahi apnay ko chalani Kia
Chal jan dey nay bhai
Acha chal chal Jannay dia
Keychway si chaal Araam say chaltay
Khargosh waali chaal Ajj bethay apnay ghar pay
Suna hum nay bhi bohat angrezi kalakaaron ko
Par Ajj bhi Don Dada banata gannay apnay bal pay
Industry ho koi bhi sab mere lun say
Tez rap karna hai
Kakay pehle apna pajama toh oopar karlay

Bhai Bhai kar kay
Sir pay mere charhtay
Dhaai ghar chaltay hain kal k yeh larkay
Phatti inki jaibain or baray hain in kay kharchay
Larkiun kay peechay bhaagain
Hain paidaishi karkay

Brother Brother, What Have You Done (feat. Emilio Myles)

Brother brother, what have you done
Sitting on my head
These kids run two houses, they’re a mess
Their pockets are torn, but their expenses are big
Chasing after girls
They’re born to be like this

They’re arrogant and reckless
Jumping around like dogs on a leash
They speak Urdu
They wear English clothes
But their tongues are burning
They’re so full of themselves, they’re stuck in their ways
They brag
They repent with big words
Then they fall back
Like a discarded cigarette
They fall, they stumble
Pick them up and they’re burning
They talk nonsense
They’re the darlings of Big Boss
They think social media is reality TV
Like the spirit of a Zee horror show
They wander in search of fame
Their knees are broken
They spew nonsense from their mouths
Drowned in marijuana smoke
They’re a mess
Through this loot of theirs
They dig their own graves
They become lost Sambha
They keep Gabbar above them
They want to rap, so they grab the mic
They show off like a shoe polish
Don’t hit a shoe polish with another shoe polish
They treat other artists with disdain, like Noori Nath
The name they didn’t make for themselves
They’re bragging about it openly today
What did they do for hip-hop?
But these ten-headed Ravanas
They burn like Dasherras in a crowded gathering
Online, they’re like rats in nature
They think of themselves as lions

Brother brother, what have you done
Sitting on my head
These kids run two houses, they’re a mess
Their pockets are torn, but their expenses are big
Chasing after girls
They’re born to be like this

Their showmanship is like an artist
What fire will they start without matches?
Who will now tell them to get lost?
They’re firing in the air
What fire do they have in their guts?
Pakistanis should be generous
But they’ve become like Rakhi Sawant, they’re all here
What mischief is this?
They come running to me here
I’m not Dawood, I’m just Ibrahim
They sit on my head
They don’t have the company to manage themselves
Go away, brother
Okay, okay, go away
They walk with a slow, sneaky gait
They’re rabbits today, they’re sitting at home
I’ve heard a lot about English artists
But even today, I make Don Dada with my hair
Any industry, it’s all from my dick
You want to rap fast?
Pull up your pajamas first

Brother brother, what have you done
Sitting on my head
These kids run two houses, they’re a mess
Their pockets are torn, but their expenses are big
Chasing after girls
They’re born to be like this