Hip Hop 50 Lyrics – Nasihat
Singer: Nasihat
Title: Hip Hop 50
Bayanlar ve baylar, bu bi’ hediye
Hip Hop girerken bugün 50’ye
Ben dönerken deliye (Huh) rap için övmelik seviyem
Hatırına dönmeli geriye
Ner’den nereye gelindi bu drumbreak’ler ve sampling
Bilmeyene ne diyeyim? O bizden değil
Bu kültürün temelleri bellidir (Ah)
Hatırlatma çabamızın sebebi de sevgidir (Aha)
“Keep it real” parolamız sonuna kadar (Ah)
Bizde herkes tarzına ve yoluna bakar
Fakat kopyacıysan sende sorun var aga
Rap’im sizi sel gibi flow’uma katar
“Destur” de hele bi’ abim
Girip rap’e ani “Para, para” diyo’n
Destur demedin ulan it!
Pis rap’in adi, “Para, para” diyo’n
Yo, yeah
Herkes MC değil, bi’ çoğu da fake
Ve flow da yok çok net
Bu yol, yol değil oğlum; tek isteğim olun biraz hiphop
Lan oğlum, bi’ ilerleyin; “Hep zor” demeyin
Biraz bilgi ve diksiyon
Yok, sizden vermiyor rap hiç artık tat
Chıkı, chıkı, tat
Chıkı, chıkı, chıkı, chıkı tat
Dinazordan atak, kaçın lan
Başlatma fikrine ve görüşüne senin açından
Hesap vereceksin ağzından çıkan her lafından
Defol git ve boğul yasında
Senin gibilerin sorunu var omurgasında
Oğlum akıllan, deli kuzenleri salarım üzerine
Çıkamazsın yoğun bakımdan, bak
Real olanlar her zaman bana yakınlar
Bu böyle kalacak geçse de asırlar
Fake’ler bellidir, iyi bak
Kutlamazlar hâlbuki bugün 50’dir Hip Hop
Ah, piyasada bi tuzak var
Konu rap ama hip-hop’dan uzaklar
Yeni tanışıyo’lar, yüzlerinde duvaklar
Çözülür bellerindeki kırmızı kuşaklar (Ça-çat)
Alıştılar dinlemeye lak lak (lak)
Rap’im onları şefkatle kucaklar (Haha)
Tabii ki beni duyunca bi’ duraklarlar
Boom Bap’e o yabancı kulaklarla
To the hiddip the hop ya don’t stop (Don’t stop)
To the hiddip the hop ya don’t quit (Don’t quit)
Yeah, t-hehe
7 / 24 duman altı, her yer yemyeşil
Beni kurtaran kız oldu erkenden eşim
O değil sorun meğer benmişim
Ergen işi yanlış kararları vermişim
Evet, bi’çok pisliğe gençken bulaştım
Epey de uğraştım, tepede tutsaktım
Bıraktım ve uzlaştım
Şebekelere rest çekerek hedefe ulaştım
Bir de gözlerinizi kapatın
Yo
Sabah akşam köle gibi, ne bu yaşam?
Her şey düzensiz, yine ediyor devam
Bunaldın, bunaldın; kafanı dağıttın
Artık boş verip kimseleri takmadın
Dertlerin çok ama dertlerine çare yok
Yok, yok, yok; her şey bombok
Neyse, arkadaş bize keleklik yaptı
Kağıdı aldı, bir cigaralık sardı
Bir fırtla başladı arkadaşınki
Evet, yakan o kenardaki
On beş yaşlarında bir veletti
Sanki sorunların hepsini halletti
Gittikçe düştü, düştü, düştü
Yavaş yavaş kafayı da üşüttü
Bi’ bahçemiz var önüne gelen otlamakta
Güller dikildi, hiç koklamazlar
Çoğu kopartmakta çok ahmaklar
“Bu kültür bizim” diyenin çoğu bok atmakta
Hâlbuki büyüttük onu sokaklarda
Kalmadı Hip Hop’la alaka
Bir umut beklerken büyüklerden sadakat, geldi aparkat
Sanıyorlar en iyisisin yok satarsan
Kimse demiyor “MC değilsin, lan, sen pop yaparsan”
Tekno beat’leriniz size kalsın, ırak olun
Toplu bi diss yazıp diyorum sonra “Bırak oğlum”
Faydasız hâllerini görmezler aynasız
Bizimkisi tutku değil aşk ölsekte caymayız
This is rap, real hip hop
This is rap, real hip hop
This is rap, real hip hop
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Hip Hop 50 – English Translation
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a ‘gift
Hip hop entering today to 50
On the way back, my praise for Deliye (Huh) rap is my level
He must return to his memory
Where did you come from Ner, these drumbreaks and sampling
What should I say to those who do not know? He is not from us
The foundations of this culture are clear (AH)
The reason for our reminder effort is love (AHA)
“Keep it real” until the end of our password (AH)
Everyone looks at the style and way
But if you are a copyman, you have a problem aga
My rap adds you to my flow like a flood
“Destur” too, especially my brother
Enter and rap suddenly “money, money”
You didn’t say destur!
The name of the Dirty Rap says “money, money”
Yo, yeah
Not everyone is mc, but most of it is fake
And there is no flow too clear
This road is not the way, son; Make all my request a little hyphop
Man, my son, go ahead; Don’t always say “always hard”
Some information and diction
No, it doesn’t give you from you rap at all now taste
Chikı, chıkı, taste
Chıkı, Chıkı, Chıkı, Chıkı Tat
Attack from the dinosaur, avoid
From your point of view to the idea and opinion of starting
You will account for every word that comes out of your mouth
Get out and drowned
Those like you have a problem in the spine
Son, I won’t mind the mind, I release crazy cousins
You can’t get out of the intensive care, look
Those who are real are always close to me
Although this is going to stay like this, centuries
Fakes are obvious, take care
They don’t celebrate, but today is 50 hip hop
Oh, there is a trap in the market
The topic is rap but they are far from hip-hop
They are just meeting, the veils on their faces
Red Belt in the waist (ÇA-ÇAT)
They are used to listen to listen (lak)
My rap embraces them with compassion (haha)
Of course they hear me when they hear me
To Boom Bap with those foreign ears
To the hddip the hop ya don’t stop (Don’t Stop)
To the hddip the hop ya don’t quit (don’t quit)
Yeah, t-hehe
7/24 Smoke Under Smoke, Everywhere is Lush
The girl who saved me was my wife early
It is not that problem turns out I was me
I made the wrong decisions of adolescents
Yes, I got infected when I was young
I tried a lot, I was captive on the hill
I left and agreed
I reached the target by pulling rest to the networks
Also close your eyes
Yo
Like a slave in the morning and evening, what is this life?
Everything is irregular, it is again going on
You were overwhelmed, overwhelmed; you distribute your head
You didn’t forget and wear people anymore
Your troubles are very, but there is no cure for your troubles
No no no; Everything Bombok
Anyway, friend made us the handlore
He took the paper, a cigarette wrapped
Your friend started with a storm
Yes, that burning on the edge
He was a brat of fifteen years old
As if it took care of all the problems
It fell and fell, fell, fell
He slowly gets cold
We have a garden in front of the grazing
Roses were erected, they never smell
Most of the fools to tear
Most of those who say “this culture is our”
However, we raised him on the streets
No more hip hop’la relevance
While waiting for a hope, loyalty from the elders came, Aparkat
They think you are the best, if you sell it
Nobody says “you are not mc, man, if you make pop”
May your Tekno Beats be up to you, be Iraq
I write a collective disss and say then “let my son”
They don’t see their useless states, mirrorless
Ours is not passion, but love is not to do if we die
This is Rap, Real Hip Hop
This is Rap, Real Hip Hop
This is Rap, Real Hip Hop
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Lyrics Nasihat – Hip Hop 50
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