Текст и перевод песни Yogie - Rookie

Rookie

Chaata chaati karte rookie
Lambi jhaade, bande pussy
Chal nahi paate bande 2g
Talli maange jadi booti
Me kalli jhaadu leke sookhi
Tang hai saare mere pankhe
Maange mera music
Bandi khaata Dekisugi
Hum bigaade tera peace
Hum bigaade teri thoot
Jalte jaari teri booty
Ye bhalte vichaar
Bhadku toh lafde bizzare
Marr tu, kabar mein du gaad
Mere pairo pe girega saale sunke misaal
Mere chehre pe dekhe tu khaali khoon ke nishaan
Curfew mein ghumte bazaar leke do chaak
Baje bas beat, pehna rap waala poshaak
Inhe bas dhoop lagi, jaadu kare bhot hard
Peele mera moot, aaja bharu tera lota
Oh fuck
Rakha shaukh hai nasty
Wanna fuck the rap shit
Hota khaali backseat
Hu me banta baptist
Thukta chumke, ye na porn ki acting
She be talking dirty jaise bhot ki practice
Offbeat rapper daale comedy captions
Subhe utha me neend se, laude story pe active
Quality wack thehre colony ke brad pitt
Inhe 100 mile trap pe, mujhe 100 lage average
Scene se faraar, perry
Dinge pacchas, me nahi
Ginn mere yaar
Kung fu ka baap, kenny
Gun pe jo haath, kelly
Drop karu gaane
Saare mosh waale gaane
Lage rock aur hiphop se bhi alt waale gaane
Likhe melodies se leke saare off waale gaane
Teri jealousy mein dikhe mera khauf, saare jaane
Bete mauke pe chauka nahi, six
Hop on the mic, aata leke me diss
Rappers ko de baithu mental fatigue
Ghusne se pehele banata me list
Laundo ke sarr pe nasha
Gossip hai topic aur andhe khafa
Faucet hai khulla jaa bharle ghada
Kal se tu baasi muh lekar khada
Kal toh naha

Dro mera naam
Yed bhagane ka mera hai kaam
Mooh mein deta tujhko tera inaam
Shot deke gaayab hai mera hisaab
Karta saaf meri kalli toh sab bhai bolte
Mein itna high daalu phone ko mei flight mode pe
Atta mein mic pe toh hai tabahi
Rehta mein top pe jaise malai
306 until I die
Teri bandi faile jaise chatai
Bol mujhe siddhu, mei seedhe hu thokta
Woh chilati jaise karti ab opera
Rakhta na kis se bhi kuchbhi mei matlab
Chahiye mujhe khaali peti mei rokda
Yeh rappers salty inke mooh mei dalu mei achaar
Vadapav mei mei daalke khau abhi caviar
Iraade mere bure jaise Mojo jojo
Banda mein yeda direct dene aaya sabko choko
Thukta fire jaise mario
Thuuu
Hooja mute
Warna aake beta peele Mera moot
Jhaatu

Rookie

You're just a rookie, a novice, talking nonsense
Long hair, you're a pussy
You can't even walk properly, you're stuck in the past
You're begging for a taste of that stuff
I'm all alone, sweeping away the dry leaves
All my wings are tangled
You want my music
You're hungry, you can't even see straight
We're gonna mess up your peace
We're gonna mess up your plans
Your booty's burning, it's on fire
These are just empty thoughts
If you talk back, you'll be met with something bizarre
You're gonna die, I'll bury you in the grave
You'll fall at my feet, you'll hear the example
You'll see the marks of blood on my face
We're roaming the market under curfew, with two knives
The beat is pumping, I'm dressed in my rapper outfit
They're just sunburnt, I'm casting a powerful spell
My pee is yellow, come on, I'll fill your bucket
Oh fuck
I'm addicted to the nastiness
I wanna fuck the rap game
The backseat is empty
I'm becoming a baptist
I spit and lick, this ain't porn acting
She's talking dirty like she's had a lot of practice
Offbeat rappers add comedy captions
I woke up from sleep, I'm active in the story of the dick
Quality wack, just like the Brad Pitt of the colony
They're getting 100 miles on the trap, I get 100, but it seems average to me
I'm escaping the scene, Perry
Fifty dings, not me
Count my friends
Kung fu master, Kenny
Kelly, the one who's got his hand on the gun
I'll drop the tracks
All the moshing tracks
The alternative tracks, they're inspired by rock and hip-hop
I write everything, even the off-beat tracks, with melodies
You can see my fear in your jealousy, everyone knows
You're not hitting a six on the chance, you're just hitting a four
Hop on the mic, I'm coming with the diss
I'm giving the rappers mental fatigue
I make a list before I come in
The guys have drugs on their heads
Gossip is the topic and the blind are angry
The faucet is open, go fill your jug
You've been standing here since yesterday with your stale breath
Take a shower tomorrow

Dro is my name
I'm here to run away
I'm gonna give you your reward
I'll take a shot and disappear, that's my account
If I clean up my mess, everyone calls me brother
I'm so high, I put my phone on flight mode
I'm causing havoc on the mic
I stay at the top, like cream
306 until I die
Your girl is spread out like a mat
Call me Sidhu, I'm straight, I'm spitting
She's screaming like she's singing opera now
I don't care about anyone or anything
All I want is cash in my empty box
These rappers are salty, I'll put pickles in their mouths
I'll put caviar in my vadapav and eat it now
My intentions are bad, like Mojo Jojo
I'm here to give everyone a direct punch, I came to make everyone choke
I'm spitting fire, like Mario
Thuuu
Go mute
Or I'll come over and you'll taste my yellow pee
Broom