Текст и перевод песни Shoxrux feat. 662 Broz - Muzikayf (feat. 662 Broz)

Muzikayf (feat. 662 Broz)

Shoxrux.Ganiev@mail.ru
Man anakonda za garayu tomda
quyosh musiqa yuragimdagi plomba
boshliqni berkitadigan vaqt o'tar ekan
yana va yana yara xadya qilar ekan malikam
taqdir ismli oddiy tirikchilik
birorta tabib giyox yo o'simlik
tanish bilish boyligu mansab
yolg'izlik zindonidan chiqa olmasa
nima qilish kerak tugiladi savol
faqatgina musiqa bunga davo
va aynan musiqa bu musaffo
villa man uchun kayfiyat va xavo
balki gapimga qoshilmas yosh be tayin
sochiga oq tushib tushunadi keyin
nimaga deganda xom sut emgan banda
ko'zi ochilmasdan avval aqli kalta
anglamaslarni safida qolma
ayt birga eshitsin omad
mafon qulog'ini o'ngga burab musiqa deb nazarda tutiladi rep you
anglamaslarni safida qolma
ayt birga eshitsin omad
mafon qulogini ongga burab musiqa deb nazarda tutiladi rep you
mu.si.qa katta maxalla ko'chasida polya no v osnavnom galyak
masalan chiqdi tushuncha tex now
bu manzilda adashib qolgin mexmon
birovga shovqin birovga mazmun
kimga manabu ayfon kimga samsung
kimni boshi ananas kimni didi pas
kimgadir tolko bitva bas bo'lsa bas
bo'sh choynak teshilar ammo qaynamas va yaramaslarni eshitadi yaramas
a na schot papsa gapirmaslik afzal
likin vegin fonk jazlar afzal
misiqa mavjud aqil soladigan orom beradigan tamom qiladigan
quloq teshadigan va juda kop janr fikrlashinga qarab o'zinga tanla
anglamaslarni safida qolma
ayt birga eshitsin omad
mafon qulog'ini o'ngga burab musiqa deb nazarda tutiladi rep you
anglamaslarni safida qolma
ayt birga eshitsin omad
mafon qulog'ini o'ngga burab musiqa deb nazarda tutiladi rep you
aroq nikotin va yashil tutun rep muzikyaf xamasidan ustun
kayf oldimdan moshina o'tib ketib
ichida ingrayotsa uzbek repi
olti olti ikki moya pupsa kayf be gaz tojikcha rep ursa
kayf bu gang o'qigan doma do dom
kayf aka domlo va Shox uzatsa xardkor
kayf bu yonimdagilar yonimdaligi
uzoqdagilar yuragimda lekin oilam qaddim oliy xar tushuncha
kimgadur bu yuk kimgadur xali g'uncha
ketar dard ketar mani yomon o'yu xayol tinch kogda muzik kayfuyu
aloqade kim otkaz musiqada band afrosiyob yo'li toshkent samarqand

Music High (feat. 662 Broz)

Shoxrux.Ganiev@mail.ru
I'm an anaconda behind the smoke screen,
the sun is music, a filling in my heart.
As time passes by, hiding the boss,
my queen gives me another wound again and again.
Destiny is a simple livelihood,
not a single doctor, potion, or herb
can help if wealth and status,
can't escape the prison of loneliness.
The question arises: what to do?
Only music is the cure,
and it is music that is pure.
The villa is my mood and atmosphere,
maybe the young and inexperienced won't agree,
but they'll understand later when their hair turns gray.
Because a person who has drunk raw milk,
has a short mind before their eyes open.
Don't stay among those who don't understand,
tell them, let them hear with you, good luck.
Turn the ear of the tape recorder to the right, music is meant to be rap, you know.
Don't stay among those who don't understand,
tell them, let them hear with you, good luck.
Turn the ear of the tape recorder to the right, music is meant to be rap, you know.
Mu.sic. is a big neighborhood street, fields, no, mostly commotion.
For example, the concept came out, tech now,
get lost as a guest at this address.
Noise to some, meaning to others,
iPhone to one, Samsung to another.
Some have pineapple heads, some have low taste,
for some, only battle is enough.
An empty teapot has holes but doesn't boil, and the useless listen to the useless.
And about the pops, it's better not to talk,
but vegan funk and jazz are preferable.
Music exists to soothe the mind, give peace, finish things,
pierce the ears, and there are many genres, choose for yourself depending on your thinking.
Don't stay among those who don't understand,
tell them, let them hear with you, good luck.
Turn the ear of the tape recorder to the right, music is meant to be rap, you know.
Don't stay among those who don't understand,
tell them, let them hear with you, good luck.
Turn the ear of the tape recorder to the right, music is meant to be rap, you know.
Vodka, nicotine, and green smoke, rap music high is above all.
A car passes by me, getting high,
Uzbek rap is playing inside.
Six six two, my baby, high without gas if Tajik rap is playing.
High is gang reading doma do dom,
high is when aka domlo and Shox send hardcore.
High is that those who are close to me are by my side,
those who are far away are in my heart, but my family is my highest concept.
For some it's a burden, for others it's still a bud,
pain will go away, my bad thoughts will go away, peace when music is high.
Who cares who's spending, busy with music, Afrosiyob road, Tashkent-Samarkand.