Tiripe Ma 2 (Ft Reveal)

تیریپم جرم

چون جوری زندگی‌ می‌کنم که انگار می‌میرم صبح

ظهر محشرم. جواهر رو ول کن من خود معدنم

حق کلی‌ آدم گردنم. آویزه گوشم هرچی‌ پیرا حرف زدن

یه چند باری هم بهم دستبند زدن

اینه تیریپ ما، باقی‌ ولش معطلن

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اینه تیریپ ما

بعد چند وقت یه آهنگ مشتی شیرینه، ها؟؛

بیا

This is how we rolling, this is how we moving

Missing for a minute now we back on them movement

Spitting something new here, tell them how we do yeah

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Put your hands in the air, like you're getting jacked by gunmen

Never thought you'd see me with Hichkas in London

From local to global the raps gonna function

Connect with criminal heads like trunchons

London where they buss guns for the lump sums

Corrupted from young if the slums where you come from

Rule number ones real simple: trust none

Check your history 'cos we living in a dungeon

London blood flows cold like the river Thames

So the chip on my shoulders as Big as Ben

On the roads youths cold and indifferent

Opposing soldiers patrolling in different ends

I was born in Iran but I grew up

In a city where the sun acted like he never knew us

A Bipolar town with several faces

Religious extremists and EDL racists

Home of corrupt bankers and thug gangsters

Not all of them are real though, nuff of them are wankers

We got everything you need on the street

Trees bear strange fruit like Amnesia and Cheese

Home of the shankman, home of the shooter

Overnight became home of the looter

Home to the Homeless home of the Hustlers

Must be a Londoner, 'cos I'm in love with her

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اینه تیریپ ما

بعد چند وقت یه آهنگ مشتی شیرینه، ها؟؛

بیا

This is how we rolling, this is how we moving

Missing for a minute now we back on them movement

Spitting something new here, tell them how we do yeah

اینه تیریپ ما

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راه که میریم دیگه سنگین نیست، آسفالت جر می‌دیم و

باج نمی‌دیم هیچوقت به هیچکس تا بمیریم

Never settling. Going for the gold medal in anything that I meddle in

Hardcore shit, Start war shit, Bunch of Gully Irani's who buss the car door quick

Your click on some Carte D'or shit. Fam too sweet, too moist, you're trying to force it

قرصه دل، ولی‌ فقط واسه شب ۱۴ نی

عالمی دارن مینالن. این، ماییم که می‌زنیم حرف به وقتش

تنها چیزی که نداریم هم حد و مرزه

I slam them rap yea, Original Rudeboy, Established mad breh

The city gets different when it's dark don

Cats on that Top Gear, I call 'em Clarkson

This is how we do things, This is how we moving

London to Tehran and back, no refuelling

میونه نداریم با حرف مفت و حاجیت هرچی‌ گفت معنی‌ کن

می‌فهمی ارزش داره، کم کم چند ملیونه

Spitting something new here, Tell 'em how we do yea

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اینه تیریپ ما

بعد چند وقت یه آهنگ مشتی شیرینه، ها؟؛

بیا

This is how we rolling, this is how we moving

Missing for a minute now we back on them movement

Spitting something new here, tell them how we do yeah

اینه تیریپ ما