Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song HipHop Hybrid , by - Kolera. Song from the album Kolostrofobi 2, in the genre Турецкий рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.02.2015
Record label: Kolera
Song language: Turkish
HipHop Hybrid(original) |
| A couple lowlifes, sipping on Miller high life |
| Scheming on how to get the dollar bill no matter how trife |
| For the right price file a body down (down) |
| Dig him in the ground (ground), hopefully he’s never found |
| Because they’re trying to be a sicily counting on and Milly smoking the Philly |
| in a New York minute, spending money |
| It’s so splendid when your souls not anything, they sold theirself to the devil, |
| because it’s easy to win it, pause |
| What’s the cause of this? |
| There are no laws in this, the living is fraudulent, |
| back stabbing like the OJs |
| Been hustling since the old days, rolling up in the Oldsmo |
| Backwoods they blow slow right into the atmosphere |
| No fear, no pressure, getting money is the pleasure |
| Hip-Hop hybrid, open your eyelids |
| Sago buyurdu beat’i, Chicago sundu Illa Ills’i |
| Sokaktan aldık feyzi, bombayla doldu mevzi |
| Bu şarkı hit baby, üzerine yeni bir giysi, hem de iyisi |
| Kolera Rap’in façalı baby face’i |
| Bir taşla yardım çok baş, telaşla kaçış kardaş |
| Müzikle ben karındaş, benimle gel vatandaş |
| Sözümle bul ağırbaş, sözümle sen dolup taş |
| Taşıp dolup dağın aş, taşar yaşın işin yaş |
| Uyan lan, bak, «Yuvarlak», dedi, «Dünya.», Macellan |
| Sözüm kimine ateş gelir, tutmaya çalışır maşaylan |
| Dalga geçilmez paşaylan, bu işler olmaz alaylan |
| Acı bizde gerçek, senin çektiğin halay lan |
| Yiyecek ekmek lazım, yaşanmıyor havaylan |
| Adalet mi bulacağını sandın tencereylen, tavaylan? |
| Bizler aşkı-meşki bildik Âdem ile Havva’ylan |
| Fark etmiyor rengi-mengi, insan aynı ruhtan! |
| Illâ ki Illa Ills ve Kolera Rap Küheylan |
| Hip-Hop hybrid çakar kibrit, yaktım ateşi, yaylan |
| Hip-Hop hybrid, open your eyelids |
| Hip-Hop |
| (translation) |
| A couple lowlifes, sipping on Miller high life |
| Scheming on how to get the dollar bill no matter how trife |
| For the right price file a body down (down) |
| Dig him in the ground (ground), hopefully he's never found |
| Because they're trying to be a Sicily counting on and Milly smoking the Philly |
| in a New York minute, spending money |
| It's so splendid when your souls not anything, they sold theirself to the devil, |
| because it's easy to win it, pause |
| What's the cause of this? |
| There are no laws in this, the living is fraudulent, |
| back stabbing like the OJs |
| Been hustling since the old days, rolling up in the Oldsmo |
| Backwoods they blow slow right into the atmosphere |
| No Fear, no pressure, getting money is the pleasure |
| Hip-Hop hybrid, open your eyelids |
| Sago ordered the beat, Chicago delivered Illa Ills |
| We got the light from the street, the position was filled with bombs |
| This song is a hit baby, a new outfit on it, and better |
| Cholera Rap's fringed baby face |
| Help with one stone is a lot of head, run away in a hurry brother |
| With music I'm your wife, come with me citizen |
| Find it with my word solemnly, with my word you will overflow |
| Overflowing over the mountain, your age overflows, your work is wet |
| Wake up, look, "Round", he said, "Earth." Magellan |
| My word, fire comes to some, tries to keep it, tongs |
| You can't be mocked, pashayla, these things can't be done |
| The pain is the truth in us, the halay you pulled |
| Need food, bread, can't live |
| Do you think you will find justice, pots and pans? |
| We knew love-meshki Adam and Eve |
| It doesn't matter the color-mengi, people are from the same soul! |
| Surely Illa Ills and Cholera Rap Küheylan |
| Hip-Hop hybrid strobe match, lit fire, bow |
| Hip-Hop hybrid, open your eyelids |
| Hip Hop |