Текст и перевод песни Nas feat. DIVINE, Naezy & Ranveer Singh - NY Se Mumbai

NY Se Mumbai

Naezy the Baa
बम्बई से New York
Nas मेरे साथ
DIVINE मेरा भाई
नासिर, को सलाम

Yo
I got eyes and ears everywhere
I see as high as the sky is
See a tick on an eagle feather
I hear with elephant ears
Hyena demeanor
Sink my teeth deep in wildebeest and eat up
I been a king of the animal kingdom
Bring some bags of money
Handle with a green-some sum
Thoughts of a venom abandoned with a machine gun
Of-course, 'cause I'm a product of where I came from
I'm still mourning losses, still traumatized
My psychological trauma is now monetized
My life in a rap song is idolised
The price of that rap song at spotify
People opinion don't faze me
Dislikes don't dissuade me
Even when they try to paint me
Out to be something i'm not, i stay me
I ain't scared to be alone or with a lot of people
Great experience provoke I get a lot from either
Getting closer to my goal
Rest in peace stan lee
I'm Peter parker, Lamborghini by the parking meter, start the beeper

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, boy (Mumbai)

ज़िंदगी ये कारवाँ
ये सिलसिला जो रूकता ना
गिरता पड़ता उठके फिर से चलता
मैं भी रूकता ना
उस गली से जिस गली में लगती नाकाबंदी
वहाँ के बंदे लाफे जड़ते
माँ पे गाली जब भी पड़ती
मुझको जानते है हर गली में
चल पड़ेगी जिंदगी
माँ बोलेगी आजा बेटा, तू है मेरा राजा बेटा
सब जगेंगे उस सवेरे, रात काली बीत जाए
तब लगेगी वाट सबकी
Naezy बा जब लौट आए
गाने वाने लिखने का
सब positive start आए
गाने वाने बेचने का महान मैं, तू कौन भाय
बात माने तो ठीक नहीं तो
मानखुर्द में job भाय
जिंदगी को जी ले वरना
चार दिन में मौत आए
बहोत आए बहोत गए, मेरा खाना खाए
चील चाहिए गीदड़ को, यहाँ कौआ करे काँय काँय
Hello मेरे मतलब का तो चलो
वरना bye-bye
New york नही copy
बम्बई OG मेरा भाय भाय
तेरे शाणे जैसे जाते ऊपर, आते नीचे
ज़्यादातर ये लोग करते बातें पीछे
ओ यारा मेरा क्या ग़म
मिल के जो चलें करे राज हम
आँख मेरी भरे जैसे बादल
गीत मेरे बहे जैसे सावन

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, boy (mumbai)

जब तू नन्हा मुन्ना अम्मी के अपने चद्दर मे था
मैनें पहला अपना murder देखा
झोल का पैसा मेरे कमर मे था
थाली के लिए लंगर में था
पैसा नहीं तो बोले सब्र नहीं था
कल का खाना मेरा गरम नही था
किस्से थे पर बोले कलम नहीं था
पसली दिख रहा मेरा बदन नही था
बातों में थोड़ा, वज़ने देख ना
बातों में थोड़ा, muscle देख ना
पहले थे हम बाइक पे, अब पसंद का हम फ्लाइट लें
एड़े खोपड़ी के अभी भी मेरे side मे
Side दे या चलेंगे तेरे ऊपर से
मेरे गाने सुनने के लिए public क्यों तरसे
तेरे गाने सुनके कान से मेरे खून बरसे
समझ नही आरा तो छोटे ज़रा ऊपर देख
मैं हूँ टूर पे, तू बैठा है computer पे
Internet suiter बे, कभी मुझे छूकर देख
मेरा माल, मेरे गाने! लाले दोनों एकदम super हैं
सात figure, hot जिगर, भाग जिधर वहाँ shooter हैं
चल चकली, तू ख़बरी! ये दल्ले सब कबूतर हैं
ऐतिहासिक kids, follow ये tendulkar है

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, boy
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, boy (Mumbai)

From NY to Mumbai

Naezy the Baa
From Bombay to New York
Nas by my side
DIVINE, my brother
Respect to Nasir

Yo
My eyes and ears are everywhere
I see as high as the sky
Even the tick on an eagle's feather
I hear with elephant ears
A hyena's demeanor
Sinking my teeth deep into wildebeest, devouring it
I've been a king of the animal kingdom
Bring me bags of money
Handling it with a green-filled sum
Thoughts of venom abandoned with a machine gun
Of course, because I'm a product of where I come from
Still mourning losses, still traumatized
My psychological trauma is now monetized
My life in a rap song, idolized
The price of that rap song on Spotify
People's opinions don't faze me
Dislikes don't dissuade me
Even when they try to paint me
As something I'm not, I stay true
I'm not scared to be alone or with a crowd
Great experiences provoke me, I learn a lot from either
Getting closer to my goal
Rest in peace, Stan Lee
I'm Peter Parker, Lamborghini by the parking meter, starting the beeper

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, girl (Mumbai)

Life's a caravan
This journey never stops
Falling, getting up, and moving again
I never stop either
From that street with the blockade
Where the guys crack jokes
When they insult mothers
They know me in every alley
Life will go on
Mom will say, "Come back son, you're my king"
Everyone will wake up that morning, the dark night will pass
Then everyone will wait
When Naezy Baa returns
The writing of songs
A positive start will come
I'm great at selling songs, who are you?
If you listen, it's good, if not
Job in Mankhurd, girl
Live life, otherwise
Death will come in four days
Many came, many went, ate my food
The eagle wants the jackal, here the crow caws
Hello to those who matter to me, come on
Otherwise bye-bye
Not New York, a copy
Bombay OG, my brother
Like your breaths, going up, coming down
Mostly these people talk behind backs
Oh girl, what's my sorrow?
Together we walk, we rule
My eyes fill like clouds
My songs flow like the monsoon

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, girl (Mumbai)

When you were a little one, in your mother's blanket
I saw my first murder
The money for booze was in my waist
For food, I was at the langar
No money, they said there was no patience
My tomorrow's food wasn't warm
There were stories, but no pen to tell them
My ribs were showing, I had no body
Don't talk much, look at the weight
Don't talk much, look at the muscle
We used to be on bikes, now we take any flight we want
My close ones are still by my side
Step aside or we'll walk over you
Why does the public crave to hear my songs?
Listening to your songs, blood drips from my ears
If you don't understand, look up a little
I'm on tour, you're sitting on the computer
Internet suitor, try touching me
My stuff, my songs! Both are super red
Seven figures, hot liver, wherever you run, there are shooters
Go away, you informer! These guys are all pigeons
Historic kids, follow, this is Tendulkar

Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
It's the voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka, naka
Voice of the streets, girl
Voice of the streets, voice of the streets
It's the boys from the naka
Voice of the streets, girl (Mumbai)