Sohrab MJ - هنوز (Hanooz) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Translation

Still

Amir Bro,
Get up, come here a minute,
What are these kids saying?
Ah, what are they saying?
What's up, Bro Sohrab?
One one, two two, eight.

Still, in the top league,
Still, top of the table,
Still, the same old wolf,
No more can you take me for granted.
Still, I'm the old Sohrab,
Still, the most humble and grounded,
Still, in love with the streets of my city,
You can see it in my fierce eyes.

Our hits are badly hurting,
Hated online but loved on the streets,
Still a ladder for half the city,
Giving it away for free, even on credit.
I've made things crystal clear,
Buddy, it's been a long time since I hit the dirt road,
You should sit on the bench too, bro,
Because this place is ours, tell the team bad screwed.
We started with meetings in Vanak,
Until we see far around, you become naggy,
We're not into pointless tricks,
Even if tickets don't sell, who cares,
Because from the bartender to the customer, everyone's skilled,
Master of words that are forbidden,
When you think the world has knocked me down,
Boldly I stand up and show this much knowledge.

Whose turn is it? It’s Tatal’s turn,
I send respect, love,
Even a like to my haters,
Showing they matter to me.
In truth, the verses are fun,
In hardship, it's credibility,
Love for work and trust,
But alas, it's a party of wind,
Because falsehood is the way, yin and yang.
Listen
Appearance of a tower, essence of a well
full of wolves, but made of nthe moon
Look

I'm good from a distance,
Dear life, don't come,
Don't come,
See, you won't see me until that clean backside of yours shows up,
Doesn't show up,
We're still those same old corpses,
But this butt and that doesn’t lay among my kids anymore,
A thug's grin but strong hits,
Left alone for a quarter, you make a loud noise,
A loud noise,
Those eleven of them that are mine,
I dribble myself,
Give your mom to the old dog, it's been two days,
Like spending my youth alone,
Around some pig-like characters,
They stand to see who gets screwed,
Until these leftovers reach them,
The next in line get locked.

Still, in the top league,
Still, top of the table,
Still, the same old wolf,
No more can you take me for granted.
Still, I'm the old sultan,
Still, the most humble and grounded,
Still, in love with the streets of my city,
You can see it in my fierce eyes.

Hassan Baba, beef up the beat,

Still, wherever I go, full height,
From adults to kids,
Everyone is 100% a fan,
Even though enemies have set traps for me,
Friends are attentive,
Still unique in the whole city,
Constantly bad vibes around,
I swear by these tattoos,
That it's twice your weight in color and substance,
Wherever I go, two are attached to my sides,
Magazines full in the eyes behind the back,
Enough, everywhere all moves are full on,
But the one beside you seems,
With one look into my eyes it happened,
Because your Hajji is hardcore and unique,
My presence is the floor of Tehran,
Like Las Vegas in the middle of Qatar and Mecca,
If you’re polite, you exist, but I,
Make it rude on a check pull,
We did freestyle in the park, shut the fuck up,
Then we’d kick it up with a dial-up net,
Now try to take the title off us,
But in the end, we are the sultan and commander of the city,
Every newbie gives me a diss suddenly,
But even the scavengers are necessary in the ecosystem,
You say my soul feels numb,
But have no doubt, in the end, it all comes back to us, bro,
When we arrive, just then,
We smack you right in the middle,
You must make it a guaranteed number,
Because you have nothing less than half your weight.

Still, in the top league,
Still, top of the table,
Still, the same old wolf,
No more can you take me for granted.
Still, I'm the old Sohrab,
Still, the most humble and grounded,
Still, in love with the streets of my city,
You can see it in my fierce eyes.
Still, in the top league,
Still, top of the table,
Still, the same old wolf,
No more can you take me for granted.
Still, I'm the old sultan,
Still, the most humble and grounded,
Still, in love with the streets of my city,
You can see it in the eyes of my lines,
In the eyes of my lines,
In my shameless eyes,
You can see it in the eyes of my lines.

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