Текст и перевод песни Tankurt Manas - Yolunda Değil

Yolunda Değil

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Yada söyle kim begenir çik sokak evin sirtla bir degeri ve dönüp geri bak

Gaza gelme çakmagi ver
Akilliya sert benim isim çatlaga dert
Saga çek fari söndür (hizlisin abi)
Ekip otosu yanasir kirmizi mavi
Adidas 3 bant çik sokak anlar
çikmaza giriyosun trenli garda
2 salla ve spreyi duvara
Yansitir stil sana zit dimi budala
Kim kime denk burada tarti konu
Tikanip aldi yolu simdi gardi kodum
Her tarz yapanbilmek artim olur
Gol atmayi düsünme farki koru
Gözü kapasam yine tur atlar hasmim
Bas manas temasta bu rampa fasli
Beyin mekanizmam durakla bastir
Silecegim tek sey kulakta pastir

Yolunda degil hiçbirsey degil git düsün degerin ederin neki?
Yada söyle kim begenir çik sokak evin sirtla bir degeri ve dönüp geri bak

ölüm maçi buda küçük önün açik bura
Dönüm yolu söküp türkçeyi oku olup killa
Burda doku tonu bidaha hep yokus önüm illa ki
Kamikaze gibi dal görüp yönü bidaha bi
Dinamiti verin ele patlatir hastan
Park vede grafitti sahlanir matlar
Hiphop ve maytap ben çatlagim aslan
Parlarsin tabi çakmagi çaksam
Kebabi urfada susiyi göbekten
Yer gibi tadim alin nerede dönekler
Mayin tarlasinda oyunu kanla yönetmem
Romayi yak nero tan da körükler
Kibirini git bide ustana tasla
Ben titanic gibi mustafa sandal
Basit bu kesfet herkez macellan
Battle arenasi girme yoksa acentan

Yolunda degil hiçbirsey degil git düsün degerin ederin neki?
Yada söyle kim begenir çik sokak evin sirtla bir degeri ve dönüp geri bak

Not on the Right Track

Not on the right track, nothing is, think about your worth and dignity?
Or tell me, who would admire you? Go out and strut your stuff and then turn and look

Don't get excited, give me the lighter
I'm known for being smart and tough, a pain for the crackheads
Pull over, turn off the headlights (you're fast, bro)
The police pull up, red and blue lights
Adidas 3 stripes, go out on the street, they'll understand
You're in a dead end, the train station
Shake twice and spray the wall
It'll show them your style, the opposite of them, bozo
Who's a match for who here, it's up for grabs
You're blocked, you've come to a standstill, damn it
I'm good at every style, it's my advantage
Don't think about scoring a goal, protect the difference
Even if I close my eyes, my enemies will still be doing laps
Manas hits the button, this is a steep slope season
Stop my brain mechanism, press it
The only thing I'll wipe away is the wax in my ear

Not on the right track, nothing is, think about your worth and dignity?
Or tell me, who would admire you? Go out and strut your stuff and then turn and look

This is a death match, your front is exposed here
Close the winding road, read the Turkish language and become a killa
The tone here is totally different, my front is always bumpy
Dive like a kamikaze, see the direction again
Give me the dynamite, I'll blow up the hospital
The park and graffiti, the mats are shaking
Hip hop and matches, I'm a crazy lion
Of course you'll shine if I strike the lighter
Kebabs in Urfa, sushi in my belly
Taste me like a place, where are the traitors
I'll run the game with my blood in a minefield
Rome, burn, Nero, and the bellows
Take your arrogance and throw rocks at your teacher
I'm like the Titanic, Mustafa Sandal
It's simple, discover, everyone's Magellan
Don't enter the battle arena, or you'll regret it

Not on the right track, nothing is, think about your worth and dignity?
Or tell me, who would admire you? Go out and strut your stuff and then turn and look