Текст и перевод песни Saltrap - Kallavi (feat. Yy21& SipHoo)

Kallavi (feat. Yy21& SipHoo)

Aparatif işi afakan saati
Motto ara geçer saat iyi
Wo-wo de ki ne ka kallavi
Kâh karakol kâh hastahane
Birazcık hırs, birazcık sanş
İnan ki hiç yorulmam
Kekem durma solundan geç
Sıkıldım yarışmaktan
Yalandan yokuşlar
Görenler konuşmazlar
Devam et yolunda
Herkes merakta

Bakışlar alaycı
Çevren hep çıkarcı
Kimsen yok yanında
Okey sen kralsın da

Boynunda bir tasmayla
Yaşarsın hep
Kaşar şirret Kaltaksın
Abin senle atar stress
O olmadan nah yaparsın rap

Adamsın yes
Devam et kek
Sizin çete gayet iyi
(Ticarette)
Aparatif işi afakan saati
Motto ara geçer saat iyi
Wo-wo de ki ne ka kallavi
Kâh karakol kâh hastahane
Koşa koşa gidiyodum sonuma
Yokuşta yakalandım takamadan
Kemerimi Yapıştım sakız gibi yere
Buna alıştım Ama çalıştırmadim
Kafayı ondan hizli
Bı girdap sanki en iyi halim
Siftah yapamadan bitti istikbalim
Peşinden gidiyorum bu defa Yigit
Yerin sahneler olmalı hapisler değil.
Diyolar yiğit kovala
Yol ara,fiyatı koy Bense munchies
Bir sabah cheese dingdong
Her savaş kir. işler has ama kim Dost?
Bizde Saltrap sipo İstanbul ping pong
Kara bahtım bırakmaz pacami
Yaralandım ama siksinler kaçanı
Havalandin kestin merhabani
Zamanı gelcek bitircen tabagini
3 parmağım gondik bı kan bağım
Yok senle standart konflikt bı cantan Eksik Gucci sound çal kofti hepsi Marka reklamında pankart sokiyim
Kara bahtım bırakmaz pacami
Yaralandım ama siksinler kaçanı
Havalandin kestin merhabani
Zamanı gelcek bitircen tabagini
Aparatif işi afakan saati
Motto ara geçer saat iyi
Wo-wo de ki ne ka kallavi
Kâh karakol kâh hastahane
Etrafımız sarılı keep ya head up
Durduramıyor neşeyi hiçbir evham
Her halt sonu sokağa üst düzey bak
Ben salt vede 21 turistler heyecanlı

Sahile in elinize boombox
Vur sip kulaklarınıza boom bap
Not geç bugün yanındaki ise yarın Peşindeki dün
Gül gülümsemek için bile peşimize düş

Şehirde gezin fikir içindeki süs
Yürüyoruz bulutlara ceplerimde sis -a
Çalıyorken sokakların çemberinde rap
Tekrar et başa sar geliceksen

Eğlence dozumuz aşırı stil yalanlar Dişini kaşımıyor
Gerçeği bilenler aşırı cool, planlar Ofsayt-a düşemiyor
Aklımı bulamadım hiç ama Pişmanlık gram gıdıklamıyor
Tebessüm yakamı bırakamadı bunun İçin çalış çalış başa sar

Aparatif işi afakan saati
Motto ara geçer saat iyi
Wo-wo de ki ne ka kallavi
Kâh karakol kâh hastahane

Kallavi (feat. Yy21& SipHoo)

Snack work, a time of trouble
The motto is that a good hour will pass
Wo-wo tell me what a stud
Sometimes police station, sometimes hospital
A little ambition, a little luck
Believe me, I'll never get tired
Yo bro, keep moving, pass on your left
I'm tired of competing
Fake hills
Those who see don't talk
Keep going on your way
Everyone is curious

Mocking looks
Your circle is always opportunistic
No one is by your side
Okay, you're the king, but

With a leash around your neck
You always live
You're a cunning, bitchy gold digger
Your brother is stressing with you
Without him, you wouldn't rap

You're a man, yes
Keep going, bro
Your crew's goal is good
(In trade)
Snack work, a time of trouble
The motto is that a good hour will pass
Wo-wo tell me what a stud
Sometimes police station, sometimes hospital
I was running towards my end
I got caught on the hill without fastening
My belt, I stuck to the ground like gum
I got used to this, but I didn't start
My head faster than that
This rap is like my best form
My future ended before I could make a profit
I'm going after it this time, man
Your place should be on stages, not in prisons.
They say, brave one, chase
Look for a way, set the price, I'm munchies
One morning cheese dingdong
Every war is dirt, the work is pure, but who is a friend?
We have Saltrap, Sipo, Istanbul ping pong
My bad luck won't leave my pants
I'm wounded, but fuck the runners
You took off, cut off your mercy
The time will come, you will finish your plate
My 3 fingers are swollen, one blood tie
There's no standard conflict with you, one bag is missing Gucci sound play crappy, it's all Brand advertising, I'll put my card in
My bad luck won't leave my pants
I'm wounded, but fuck the runners
You took off, cut off your mercy
The time will come, you will finish your plate
Snack work, a time of trouble
The motto is that a good hour will pass
Wo-wo tell me what a stud
Sometimes police station, sometimes hospital
We are surrounded, keep ya head up
No anxiety can stop the joy
Every halt ends in the street, look at the top level
I'm salty and 21, the tourists are excited

Go to the beach with a boombox in your hand
Hit Sip, boom bap in your ears
Note, today's partner is tomorrow's Chaser, yesterday
Smile, even to smile, they come after us

Wander around the city, the ornament in your mind
We're walking to the clouds, fog in my pockets -a
While rapping in the circle of the streets
Repeat, wrap it around your head, if you're coming back

Our entertainment dose is excessive, style lies, your teeth don't interfere
Those who know the truth are extremely cool, plans can't fall offside
I've never found my mind, but Regret doesn't tickle a gram
The smile couldn't let go of my collar, for this work, work, rewind

Snack work, a time of trouble
The motto is that a good hour will pass
Wo-wo tell me what a stud
Sometimes police station, sometimes hospital