ROD Lyrics – Bixi Blake
Singer: Bixi Blake
Title: ROD
Ride or die, ride or die
Make the money multiply
Ride or die, ride or die
Flyin’ high with no supply
They wanna be us all’em guys
Ain’t surprised i ain’t surprised
Pay the price, pay the price
It’s my life, black & white
Bebek, kalamam inan asla
Umudum da var bi’ yandan
Çıktım soğuk karakollardan
Buldum kendimi yollarda
N’olur benden hesap sorma
Hayat sınırları zorlar
Ama bi’ ışık var or’da (Yea-yeah), kıpkırmızı o da
Ama duramam, ruhum kayıp; bebeğimle sür’cem
Belki ecelimle değil, dedim “Hayır, yollarda öl’cem” (Neden?)
Söyle, bu kaçıncı eleme?
Başarmanın yarısı mı denemek?
Oğlum, kirli yarış bizde gelenek
Uçar sanki midemizde kelebek gibi
İnan bu duyguyu asla bastıramadım
Senin cabrio mazın, benim Sedan’da bass’ım (Yeah)
Şekil-şukul git de kendi caddende kasıl
Ulen her yerimiz muscle bi’ de korku yok asıl
Hustle hard, n#gg# nasıl hard?
Yine credit-card bitik gas money gerek bana sokun yarışa
Karadan, sanki havadan, konu kapatan
Canavar araba da değil miras babadan, n#gg#
Ride or die, ride or die
Make the money multiply
Ride or die, ride or die
Flyin’ high with no supply
They wanna be us all’em guys
Ain’t surprised i ain’t surprised
Pay the price, pay the price
It’s my life, black & white
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ROD – English Translation
Ride or die, ride or die
Make The Money Multiply
Ride or die, ride or die
Flyin ‘High with No Supply
They Wanna Be US All’em Guys
Ain’t Surprised i Ain’t Surprised
Pay The Price, Pay The Price
Its My Life, Black & White
Baby, I can’t stay
I also have hope
I went out of cold police stations
I found myself on the roads
N’olur don’t ask me for an account
Life forces the limits
But there is a ‘light in or (yea-yeah), it is red
But I can’t stop, my soul is missing; I will drive with my baby
Maybe not with my death, I said, “No, I will die on the roads” (why?)
Tell me, what is this elimination?
Is it half to succeed?
Son, our dirty race is tradition
It flies like a butterfly in our stomach
Believe me, I could never suppress this feeling
Your Cabrio Mazın, My Bass in Sedan (Yeah)
Figure-Shukul go and it is contracted on your own street
Our place is not a fear in Muscle Bi.
Hustle Hard, how is n#gg# hard?
Again Credit-Card Bitik Gas Money Need to put me in the race
From the land, as if the air closes the subject
The monster is not a car, but from the father, n#gg#
Ride or die, ride or die
Make The Money Multiply
Ride or die, ride or die
Flyin ‘High with No Supply
They Wanna Be US All’em Guys
Ain’t Surprised i Ain’t Surprised
Pay The Price, Pay The Price
Its My Life, Black & White
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Lyrics Bixi Blake – ROD
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