Beıneklıp
Tekst Pesnı
Dance
– Bı
(Dance)
– (Bı)
Check, check, check
– Tekserý, tekserý, tekserý
Yeah, yeah, uh
– Iá, ıá, ıá
Exonerated, I ain’t dying on this hill
– Aqtaldy, men bul tóbede ólmeımin
Tonight we dining where?
– Búgin keshke biz qaıda tamaqtanamyz?
Tell Leonidas I know somewhere with finer fares
– Leonıdasqa aıtyńyzshy, men bir jerde jaqsy tarıftermen tanyspyn
Germinate the yeast, we got it jumping in the pan
– Ashytqyny ósirińiz, biz ony tabaǵa sekirdik
Flirts with danger, we hastily learn how to dance
– Qaýippen flırt jasaıdy, biz asyǵys bıleýdi úırenemiz
Circumstance raised a baby to a beast
– Jaǵdaı balany haıýanǵa aınaldyrdy
Like rain and heat raise a seed into a plant
– Jańbyr men jylý sıaqty, tuqym ósimdikke aınalady
Stone throwers, glass homes, keep hiding hands
– Tas laqtyrýshylar, shyny úıler, qoldaryńyzdy jasyra berińiz
Terse reminders of the rocky path
– Jartasty jol týraly qysqasha eskertýler
Gleaning what I can from what I have amassed
– Men jınaǵan nársemnen qolymnan kelgenniń bárin jınaımyn
The space-time continuum bend, I’m sticking with the simple plans
– Keńistik-ýaqyt kontınýýmynyń ıilisi, men qarapaıym josparlardy ustanamyn
I’m just a man
– Men jaı ǵana adammyn
Bars like the rim of the bath, live, love, and laugh
– Vananyń jıegi sıaqty barlar ómir súredi, súıedi jáne kúledi
It’s up like hovercraft
– Bul áýe kemesi sıaqty
Have lil’ buddy relax, we on the cuttin’ edge
– Kishkentaı dosym demalsyn, biz shette turmyz
Told you we only doubling back to cover tracks
– Men sizge trekterdi jabý úshin tek eki ese artqa sheginetinimizdi aıttym
Metal lungies, you don’t wanna match
– Metal ókpeler, siz sáıkes kelgińiz kelmeıdi
The Earth mother gave the Sun a lap, it sat me on my ass (Uh, uh)
– Jerdegi ana Kúndi tizerlep otyrdy, ol meni esegime otyrǵyzdy (Ýh, ýh)
Jet lag, waking up to black, money breaking up the caste
– Reaktıvti lag, qaradan oıaný, kastany buzatyn aqsha
Outnumbered, but we obviously crunch ’em in the stats (That shit outta here, nigga)
– Olardyń sany az, biraq biz olardy statısıkada baǵalaıtynymyz anyq (bul jerde bári jaqsy, nıgga).
Tch, nobody want the scraps (Nobody)
– Tch, eshkim qaldyqtardy qalamaıdy (Eshkim)
The low hum of hunger had my stomach singing a song of sadness
– Ashtyqtyń tómen dybysy meniń asqazanymdy qaıǵy ánin aıtýǵa májbúr etti
Wishing that it wasn’t flat
– Men onyń tegis bolmaǵanyn qalaımyn
Tonight we dining where?
– Búgin keshke biz qaıda tamaqtanamyz?
Dance
– Bı
