Текст и перевод песни UGLYRAC - RUH HASTASI

RUH HASTASI

Son durakta dur kaltak
Ugly sanki shut gun
Korkma benden aslan elimde dokunduğun o kaltak
Ben yorulmam asla olsam bile çetelere düşman

Acı çekmekten vazgeçtim sadece siyahın tonuyum
Brocum yolumdayım sadece ritimlerin tonuyum
Gelme bana baby yeterince [brrrah] 'umutsuzluğa' doluyum
Gucci prada nike olabildiğince şıkmışım sanki

Arkamdan sıkın Tupacın arabası gibi
Gecelere düşman karılara tutsak ruh
Hadi beni kendine uydur yada siktir
Kendine sabıkasız ruhlar bul baby

Deli dolu caddelerde hayalleri perde
Problem yeterince hayatıma gerdek
Amacıma varıyorum en iyisi icebox
Laydy Laydy seninle yapamayız'ki Baby

Ruh hastasi pislik
Dön arkani siktir
Yanındayken iyiydi
Gidince kotu olduk degil mi

Yaptık oldu ortak
Yoldan saptık yallah
Tuttum koldan yataga
Kapa perdeyi yanaş

Konusup dursunlar farketmez
Oturup susucaklar sabretcez
Kosturup durucam yetenek varken
Surunerek yasayamam 2 gun daha net

Bro düştüm kalktım sendeledim
Ama yerden kalktım her seferinde
Benim elimde karalıyorum bak geçmişimi
Ritimlerim hoş ama yok geliri

Ruhuma bıraktın izlerini (WOW)
Ailemiz yokki mahalledeyiz
Silahımız yok ama rhymelar kurşun gibi
Nefesimi hisset artık burası hissiz gibi

E napalım işler güçler fatezimiz
Meyillim ölmek için Nike flexin
Harbi fişeksin Ugly ansızın içindeyim
Yarın daha farklı uyansam yeter artık bitsin

Dumanımı hisset dumanımı hisset
Bana ses ver yada alanımdan go to your corner

Ruh hastasi pislik
Dön arkani siktir
Yanındayken iyiydi
Gidince kotu olduk degil mi

Yaptık oldu ortak
Yoldan saptık yallah
Tuttum koldan yataga
Kapa perdeyi yanaş

MENTALLY ILL

I'm standing at the last stop
Ugly, like a loaded gun
Don't be afraid of me, lion, the pussy you touched is in my hands
I never get tired, even if I'm an enemy to the gangs

I gave up on suffering, I'm just a shade of black
I'm on my way, bro, I'm just the tone of the beats
Don't come to me, baby, I'm full of enough [brrrah] 'despair'
Gucci, Prada, Nike, I'm looking as stylish as I can

Shoot at my back like Tupac's car
A soul captive to the nights, a prisoner to the women
Come on, adapt to me, or fuck off
Find yourself some clean souls, baby

Dreams veiled in the crazy streets
Enough problems in my life to make it a wedding
I'm reaching my goal, the best thing is an icebox
Laydy Laydy, we can't do it with you, baby

Mentally ill dirt
Turn around and fuck off
It was good when I was with you
We became bad when I left, didn't we?

We did it, partner
We went off the path, let's go
I grabbed you by the arm and brought you to bed
Close the curtain, come closer

Let them keep talking, it doesn't matter
They'll sit and be quiet, we'll be patient
I'll keep showing off, there's talent
I can't crawl for another 2 days, it's clear

Bro, I fell, I got up, I stumbled
But I got up from the ground every time
I'm painting my past in my hands, look
My beats are nice, but there's no income

You left your mark on my soul (WOW)
We don't have a family, we're just in the neighborhood
We don't have guns, but our rhymes are like bullets
Feel my breath now, this place is like heartless

What can we do, business, affairs, our destiny
I'm inclined to die, Nike flexin'
You're a real bullet, Ugly, suddenly I'm inside you
Just let me wake up different tomorrow, it's over

Feel my smoke, feel my smoke
Speak to me, or go to your corner, out of my space

Mentally ill dirt
Turn around and fuck off
It was good when I was with you
We became bad when I left, didn't we?

We did it, partner
We went off the path, let's go
I grabbed you by the arm and brought you to bed
Close the curtain, come closer