Kusura Bakma Lyrics – Serin Karataş
Singer: Serin Karataş
Title: Kusura Bakma
Şakaklarına kan dolar bak atar yapma gün doğar
Bu gün senin günündür ödülü kapta gelen yaram kanar
Adını koyduğumda 98 yıllarında burada
Kanlı biten partinin de sınırlarına gel dayan
Yalan lan! Her bir kelime zamana aykırıydı
Tamam zamanı geldi yeni bir reste bağlantıydı
CMC nedir be böyle yeri mi vardı sınırdaydı
Umut denen o denyo p#rno filmlerine aşinaydı
CashFlow’la hayata küstüm tüm medyada yayındaydı
Yönetmen denen bu ibne Kral TV’de çay dağıtsın
Amına kodumun embesillerinde nerde saygı vardır
Dolandırıcı memlekette bol ve burada duygu vardır
İzmir’e gelip adam kaldıracak gücü mü buldun sеn?
Topla gel alayın olsun etek giydiririm istеrsen
Erkeklere hürmeten ibne gel de gücünü test et
Bende yürek kelime yapana takıp gösterilecek
{Nakarat} x2
Bak elimde kan var artık kandan da bahsederdik
Yetimhane penceresindeydi benim gençliğim len
Elimi keserim uyandırır bakıcılarda vukuadlıdır
Kağıdı kaleme yapıştırıp ahkam kesmek zavallılık
Duvarlara bir dayan bakalım embesil bir adam bulalım
Burda flowu çok severler sonuna artı koyalım amma
FlowArt denen aptal adam jinekolog bir abazaysa
Olympos’ta Pit10’a kurban at gerisi bizde kürdan
Yener’i bilirim eskilerden öyle Rap’e canım kurban
Eskileri de tanırım ama bencil adama saygı duymam
Kimilerinde organları sikişmekten haz alırken
Eski okulu takıp adının en başında kusura bakma (amınakodum)
Dayandıkların hayal yıl kaç oldu bak lan arkana bak lan
Ortama kimler orda hepsi yetenek akıllarda kalan
Tamam inanma sen Allah’a benim ona sözüm yok ama
Kubar’ı milyon karşısında Allah gibi gösterme lan!
Hiç değilse rap değil de arabesk rap derler onlar
Arabesk samplelarında anıran ibnelerdir Arsız
Adını bilmem Bela tekdir Antalya’da kardeşimdir
Belki Beta yıllar önce kaybolan kız kardeşindir!
{Nakarat} x2
Bak elimde kan var artık kandan da bahsederdik
Yetimhane penceresindeydi benim gençliğim len
Elimi keserim uyandırır bakıcılarda vukuadlıdır
Kağıdı kaleme yapıştırıp ahkam kesmek zavallılık
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Kusura Bakma – English Translation
Breed the day to make a blood dollar dollars on their temp
This day is your day of your day in the wound bleeding
When I put your name here in 98
Come to the borders of the bloody ending party
Lie! Each word was on time
OK time was a new resting link
CMC was in the limit if it was such a place
Hope he was familiar with that denyo p#rn movies
With Cashflow, he was in all media in all media
You distribute tea on this fagot king TV called the director
Where there is respect for my AMINI code embasials
The cheater is plentiful in the hometown and there is feeling here
Did you come to Izmir and find the power to remove the man Sеn?
Come with the collection get the skirt dresses Istеrsen
Test the power of fagot that hürmen to men
I will be put on the heart to make the heart in the heart
{Nakarat} x2
Look I have blood in my hand, we now talk about the blood
The orphanage window was my youth len
My hand cuts my cuts Vukuadli in caregivers
Puffiness to stick the paper on the pen and cut ahkam
Let’s see a stand on the walls Let’s find a man
Burdah Flowu is very lovers to put the end plus
If the stupid man called the Flowart is a jinekologist an abasah
Sacrifice at Pit10 at Olympos, we toothpick
I know Yener from the old to Rap, my dear victim
I know the old ones but I don’t respect my selfish man
In some of them, while the bodies are getting to be f#cking
Looking up the old school and vomiting the name of the name (the net)
What has been the dream of what you are on the years have been looking at the Lan Look Back
Who is all the talent in mind in mind
Ok you do not believe in God, but my word to him
Kubar million man show as the face of God!
At least not rap rap also say they
The bray of samples that are cheeky fag Arabesque
I do not know the name of my brother Bela reprimand in Antalya
Maybe years ago he lost his sister Beta Download!
{Chorus} x2
Look, I’ve got blood, we no longer talk about blood
The orphanage was my window of my youth man
I cut my hand is vukuadl in the wake carers
Pen pasting paper cut wretchedness ahkam
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Lyrics Serin Karataş – Kusura Bakma
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