Translation of the song lyrics Sokağın Pisliği - No.1

Sokağın Pisliği (original)

Denizli şehrini kuşatır 808
Gecenin köründe sokakta tekiz
Karşına çıkan da biziz arkandan koşan da
Gündüz pak geceler pisiz (pisiz)
Pisiz herkese kisses (kisses)
This is Hip hop and bass
Dinleyip feyz alırlar sadece tarzımı taklit bile edemezler (edemezler)
Peşimden korkmadan gelemezler (gelemezler)
MRF bu yolda tek
Onlarsa örülmüş duvarları delemezler (delemezler)
Bende ki kol bozuk olsa da yenemezler
Gemimde tekim denizde çekim
Dalganın hakkından gelirim devrilmeden
Geri verin beni, kader elinde mi?
Her sona hazır ol yüksek kader iyi bil derinleri
Döner değirmenim yere düşsem bile yenilmedim
Sokağın pisliği ruhumu temizledi
(Ah)
1 ve MRF
1 ve MRF
(Ah)
Gülümseyen Atatürkler, sen kendine gel
Gece bizi sürükler
Her şey geliyor üstüme
Giydim pezevenk gömleğimi
Sen para ver (Rap'e) ben böbreğimi (böbreğimi)
1 fade in, 1 fade out
Cebimden eksilen 200 pound
Ayık halim sarhoş sohbetim
Seni sikerim atarlar konfeti (konfeti)
Maketim bile iş yapar ama senin orjinalin konu mankeni
Orospu gibi yat titanik gibi bat
Eşgalim ruhumun zıttı inan bak
Sahnede Young Buck, gel kaltak
Mikrofona konuş sesin çok alçak
Sis ve dumanlı bu arabalar
Yeraltından merhabalar
Bu niggalar bunu yalar
808 ve bu kafalar
İçip çuvallar girip çıkarlar
Bizim çocuklar sıkıntı yapma
Bozuk gözlerim 1k
Bayıl uyan ve tekrar
1 ve MRF
Ah
1 ve MRF
Ah
1 ve MRF

Sokağın Pisliği (translation)

besieges the city of Denizli 808
Alone on the street in the dead of night
We are the ones who come in front of you and those who run after you
The day is pure, the nights are unclean (dirty)
Dirty kisses (kisses) to everyone
This is Hip hop and bass
They listen and get inspired they just can't even imitate my style (can't)
They can't come after me without fear (they can't)
MRF is the only one on this road
They can't pierce (they can't) pierce the walls that have been built
Even if my arm is broken, they can't be beat
Shot at sea I'm alone on my ship
I'll beat the wave before it rolls over
Give me back, is fate in your hands?
Be ready for every end, high destiny, know the deep
Even if my rotary mill fell to the ground, I was not defeated
The filth of the street cleansed my soul
(Ah)
1 and MRF
1 and MRF
(Ah)
Smiling Atatürks, come to your senses
The night drags us
Everything is coming at me
I wore my pimp shirt
You give money (to Rap) I my kidney (my kidney)
1 fade in, 1 fade out
200 pounds out of my pocket
I'm sober my drunken chat
Fuck you they throw confetti (confetti)
Even my mockup does the job, but your original is the subject mannequin.
Yawn like a bitch sink like the titanic
Believe me, the opposite of my soul
Young Buck on stage, come on bitch
Speak into the microphone your voice is too low
These cars with fog and smoke
hello from underground
These niggas lick it
808 and these heads
They drink and sacks come in and out
Our boys don't bother
My bad eyes 1k
faint and wake up again
1 and MRF
Ah
1 and MRF
Ah
1 and MRF