Lyrics of pishe ghazi mo malagh bazi Shahin Najafi In English
Sharpening my back, these are husbands and wives.
They are traveling in this caravan of Haromia and the roof of my roof
Behind every smile there is a minimum.
Im ashamed of a wolf, this is the world.
They shake hands and their hearts are full of wounds and resentments.
If youre dirty, theyll think youre the ground.
Dont hit them, theyre going to hit you hard.
Walk or walk under your feet.
Doubting the only thing I have is trust
I am far away from these who are good and melo.
From this political pianity of vomiting
Mangal Gagol: Something Exceptional
You have to be there and see what this sclerosis looks like.
Im going to list my name and name.
That every lunar granny would come and justify me.
Haji, tell me the word, give us the guarantee.
There are 2 or 3 of us.
If I say that you will applaud, then dont give a thesis
I dont understand the poet of a theme with the help of Bangeh
No, it foams and the rhyme is tight.
The height of the chickpea does not know about prosody and theory....
He puts on his left hat for us and becomes Lorca
As far as we can tell, each of them is Einstein.
They dont understand the difference between shit and pounded meat.
I dont understand the clown of the pen
He sits and cokes, he gives thesis on Facebook.
Intellectually, he rises above his uncles dooms.
He thinks that now the number is for us
With you, the whole and the wins and the losses are lost for us.
Jahan Shahino did not make war with Kuchika
Jahan Shahino did not make war with Kuchika
Cross:
If youre not pasteurized, youve heard a quote for me.
A little girl in the role of a Disney cartoon.
You dont have to wet your eyes like we do.
The pen spins and you are a spectator on the side of the track
Verse 2:
Rap, rap, rap, whatever.
We also sometimes become three blades when he steps on the foot, uncle
He was away from you one day, and now he is far away from us.
Taste bitter, dont you? Rap is a mirror bro
When youre playing in the back alley
We wrote on the wall of the memorial band.
There was a machete in one hand and a brush in one hand
A machete for our nose and a pen for our love.
Youre smashing somewhere that weve seen before.
We saw a lot of beardless beards like you
Dont ever claim on 5 things
In sweat and motorcycle and women and bangs and fights
One is blasphemed for this love of the streets.
You will come to the headquarters with a check for 100 unlocked, kid.
It was Lottie Farzad who sat with his head held high.
He was checked, beaten and tortured, and did not retreat
Lottie Babak Khurram Dinah that you are a servant
The man who died in Kahrizak
A street for you, a woman, and a taunt
You asked me to give you an address, go where you are.
There, if you rap and put your pants on.
Uncle has a prize for you.
A big nose like Javad Yasari.
A hundred like you are tied to a cart
Ladies and gentlemen, I want to swear.
When I get nervous, Im no longer stumped.
The naughty man says to unite the top and bottom
No, Dad, its a pity that I wasnt kidding.
No, Dad, its a pity that I wasnt kidding.
Cross:
If youre not pasteurized, youve heard a quote for me.
A little girl in the role of a Disney cartoon.
You dont have to wet your eyes like we do.
The pen spins and you are a spectator on the side of the track
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