Lyrics of Maghze Dar Rafteh - Amir Tataloo

Maghze Dar Rafteh - Amir Tataloo
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Date of issue: 23.07.2018
Record label: Tataloo
Song language: Persian

Maghze Dar Rafteh

(original)
آقا نادر می‌گیری؟
اوکی؟
خب اینو دیگه
همه می‌دونن
یعنی اونایی که
نمی‌دونن هم بدونن
که این کار
همه‌ی زندگی منه
به همین کار، قسم
هیچ کدوم از
حرفای این تو
دروغ نی
زبون بعضی وقتا
دروغ میگه
اما این حرف دله
فکر می‌کنی که پیرم
مگه توقع داری
تو ازم، تا کی؟
ولی می‌دونی که شیرم
که حتی پیرشم خطرناکه
آره راست میگی خسته‌م
ولی یه آدمه خسته
که هدف داره
دست خالی جلو میره
تنها به عشق
هر کی که طرفداره
من مال دو سال بعدم
بی خود از تو توقع داره قلبم
می‌دونم، نمی‌تونی بفهمی
چند تا پیرهن
بیشتر از تو پاره کردم
رفقا همه دچار دردن
از نظام آباد بگیر
تا شمال لندن
ولی ما مال اون دوره‌ایم
که موزیکا
تهرانو مچاله کردن
آره منم یه مغز در رفته
که پولاشو هدر کرده، برگشته
یه نابغه‌ی در به در خسته
زبونش تلخ
ولی قلبش بر عکسه
آره منم یه مغز در رفته
که پولاشو هدر کرده، برگشته
یه نابغه‌ی در به در خسته
زبونش تلخ
ولی قلبش بر عکسه
من اصلا شاد نیستم
حرفایی که می‌شنوی راجبم
راست نیستن
همه زندگیم رو هوا
کارام ریسکن
ولی باز
به زور رو پام وایمیسم
یه پدر ندار و مادر رویایی
آخرشم نفهمیدیم
ما برا کجاییم
توی این سن
آخر دنیاییم
ولی توی این صنف
بدون، ما همه خداییم
فکر نکن
از اون پزای تو داریم
نرفتیم بالا
ما رو دُزای کوکائین
و درجا نزدیم
و زیر چرتای خماری
و دورمون بالا اومدن
دزدای شماری
هی فحش میدم خودمو
هی یه تصمیم هر بار
که شل می‌گیرم
حتی یه تصویربردار
توهم می‌زنه که
تاثیر از کاره اونه
چون گرفته
یه تصویر از ما
به اون یکیم که
یاد دادم هر چی کم داشت
از هر کی دلش می‌خواست
هر چی برداشت
جنگیدم پاش
خندیدم باش
با اون که می‌دونستم
هیچی تهش نیست، حرفاش
شده از این وضع و
از رپ سیر چشَم
موزیک عشقمه درگیرشم
وقتی قورباغه‌ها هفت تیر کشن
حق بده انقدر پیر بشم
فکر نکن که دست می‌کشم
من ادامه میدم
حتی اگه دستگیر بشم
شروع کاریمو
از چیش بگم؟
از شیفت صبح
یا از شیفت شب؟
همه تو فکر پارتی کردن
من فکر به رپ و راک می‌کردم
هیچ منتی نیست
دوستون داشتم
که هی می‌نوشتم
و پاک می‌کردم
منو درک کن و
یکم حرفو بفهم
زحمت شب و روز
و دستمزد کم
ولی اینو می‌دونن کل شهر
میشه خیلی‌ها
از بغلم گنده بشن
آره منم یه مغز در رفته
که پولاشو هدر کرده، برگشته
یه نابغه‌ی در به در خسته
زبونش تلخ
ولی قلبش بر عکسه
آره منم یه مغز در رفته
که پولاشو هدر کرده، برگشته
یه نابغه‌ی در به در خسته
زبونش تلخ
ولی قلبش بر عکسه
هرکی به ما رسید
سریع خواست
حال کنه زود و
زدن و دزدیدن آلبوم‌مونو
ولی نمی‌خورن هیچ موقع
به فاکتورمونو
با دست خالی
دادیم به ف*ک خودمونو
یادمون رفته پاک خودمونو
گند می‌زنیم و هیچکی نی
پاک کنه اونو
رامون انقدره دور بود
و انقده خسته
انگار رسوندیم
به نوک آلپ خودمونو
هر کدوم از خاطره‌هام
یه قصه‌ن
رو آنتن، اسمم سانسوره
و روزام طلسمن
ضربه زدن همه‌ی رفقام
به اسمم، به حسم
تو هر برنامه، بعدم
بام یه قسمت
نه کسی خماری‌تو دید
نه کسی نعشه دیدت
ولی باز می‌خوای
بری یه جا که
نشه دیدت
گوشات از همه
جواب نه شنیده
چشات دیگه هر چی
که تهشه، دیده
هی داد زدی
هیچکی نشنیده
روزا می‌گذرن
میاد یه روزه لش دیگه
بسه دیگه
حقتو پس بگیرش
آره حقتو پس بگیرش
آره منم یه مغز در رفته
که پولاشو هدر کرده، برگشته
یه نابغه‌ی در به در خسته
زبونش تلخ
ولی قلبش بر عکسه
آره منم یه مغز در رفته
که پولاشو هدر کرده، برگشته
یه نابغه‌ی در به در خسته
زبونش تلخ
ولی قلبش بر عکسه
(translation)
Are you rare, sir?
OK?
Well, this is it
Everyone knows
That is, those who
They do not even know
That does it
My whole life
By the way, I swear
None of
The words of this you
There is no lie
The tongue sometimes
lie
But this is a heart attack
Do you think I'm old?
What do you expect?
How long have you been with me?
But you know that my milk
That even my old age is dangerous
Yes, you are right, I'm tired
But a tired person
That has a purpose
Empty hand goes forward
Only to love
Whoever is a fan
I'm mine two years later
My heart expects from you
I know, you can not understand
A few shirts
I tore more than you
Comrades, everyone is in pain
Get it from Nizamabad
To North London
But we belong to that period
That music
Crush Tehran
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
He wasted his money and came back
A tired door-to-door genius
His tongue is bitter
But his heart is on the picture
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
He wasted his money and came back
A tired door-to-door genius
His tongue is bitter
But his heart is on the picture
I'm not happy at all
The words you hear, Rajab
They are not right
All my life
Karam Riskan
But again
I force my feet
You do not have a father and a dream mother
I finally did not understand
Where are we for?
At this age
The end of the world
But in this class
No, we are all gods
do not think
We have it from you
We did not go up
We have a dose of cocaine
And we did not sit still
And under the guise of a hangover
And we went up
Counting thieves
Hey, I'm cursing myself
Hey one decision every time
Which I loosen
Even a photographer
The illusion that
Impact of his work
Because taken
A picture of us
To that one
I taught him what he lacked
He asked whoever he wanted
Whatever he picked up
I fought after
I laughed
With what I knew
There is nothing wrong with that
From this situation and
I looked at garlic
My love music is involved
When frogs shoot
Give me the right to be so old
Do not think I will give up
I'll continue
Even if I am arrested
Start Carimo
What can I say?
From the morning shift
Or from night shift?
Everyone is thinking of partying
I was thinking about rap and rock
There is no manti
I had friends
That I was writing
And I was cleaning
Understand me and
I understand one word
The toil of day and night
And low wages
But this is what the whole city knows
There are many
Get big from my arms
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
He wasted his money and came back
A tired door-to-door genius
His tongue is bitter
But his heart is on the picture
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
He wasted his money and came back
A tired door-to-door genius
His tongue is bitter
But his heart is on the picture
Everyone reached us
Quick asked
Come on soon
Stealing and stealing our albums
But they do not eat at any time
To our factor
Empty handed
We gave it to ourselves
We have forgotten to clean ourselves
We get dirty and nothing
Clear it
Ramon was so far away
And tired
It was as if we had arrived
To the tip of our own Alps
Each of my memories
A story
Antenna, my name is censorship
And Rosam Talisman
Hitting all comrades
In my name, in my sense
In every program, next
The roof is a part
No one saw your hangover
No one saw the corpse
But you want it again
Go somewhere that
You did not see
The ears of all
The answer is not heard
Everything else's eyes
Who saw
Hey, you shouted
Nothing heard
The days are passing
Another day will come
enough
Take it right
Yes, take it right
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
He wasted his money and came back
A tired door-to-door genius
His tongue is bitter
But his heart is on the picture
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
He wasted his money and came back
A tired door-to-door genius
His tongue is bitter
But his heart is on the picture
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Artist lyrics: Amir Tataloo