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Lirika
Dance
– Raqs
(Dance)
– (Raqs)
Check, check, check
– Tekshirish, tekshirish, tekshirish
Yeah, yeah, uh
– Ha, ha, uh
Exonerated, I ain’t dying on this hill
– Oqlandi, men bu tepalikda o’lmayman
Tonight we dining where?
– Bugun biz qaerda ovqat?
Tell Leonidas I know somewhere with finer fares
– Leonidasga ayting, men qaerdadir nozik tariflar bilan bilaman
Germinate the yeast, we got it jumping in the pan
– Xamirturush olovini, biz uni skovorodkada sakrab oldik
Flirts with danger, we hastily learn how to dance
– Xavf bilan noz-karashma, biz shosha-pisha raqsga tushishni o’rganamiz
Circumstance raised a baby to a beast
– Vaziyat chaqaloqni hayvonga ko’tardi
Like rain and heat raise a seed into a plant
– Yomg’ir va issiqlik kabi urug’ni o’simlikka ko’taradi
Stone throwers, glass homes, keep hiding hands
– Tosh otuvchilar, shisha uylar, qo’llarni yashirishda davom eting
Terse reminders of the rocky path
– Toshli yo’lning eslatmalari
Gleaning what I can from what I have amassed
– Men to’plagan narsadan nima qila olaman
The space-time continuum bend, I’m sticking with the simple plans
– Fazo-vaqt doimiyligi egilib, men oddiy rejalarga sodiqman
I’m just a man
– Men shunchaki erkakman
Bars like the rim of the bath, live, love, and laugh
– Hammomning chekkasi kabi barlar, yashang, seving va kuling
It’s up like hovercraft
– Bu Hoverkraft kabi
Have lil’ buddy relax, we on the cuttin’ edge
– Lil ‘ buddy dam oling, biz chekka chekkada
Told you we only doubling back to cover tracks
– Biz faqat treklarni qoplash uchun qaytib takrorlash sizga aytgan
Metal lungies, you don’t wanna match
– Metall o’pka, siz mos kelishni xohlamaysiz
The Earth mother gave the Sun a lap, it sat me on my ass (Uh, uh)
– Yer onasi Quyoshga tizzasini berdi, u meni eshagimga o’tirdi (Uh, uh)
Jet lag, waking up to black, money breaking up the caste
– Jet lag, qora uyg’onish, kastani buzadigan pul
Outnumbered, but we obviously crunch ’em in the stats (That shit outta here, nigga)
– Ko’p sonli, lekin biz statistikada aniq siqilamiz (bu erda bu axlat, nigga)
Tch, nobody want the scraps (Nobody)
– Tch, hech kim burdalarni istayman (hech kim)
The low hum of hunger had my stomach singing a song of sadness
– Ochlikning past gumburlashi mening oshqozonim qayg’u qo’shig’ini kuylagan edi
Wishing that it wasn’t flat
– Bu tekis emasligini xohlash
Tonight we dining where?
– Bugun biz qaerda ovqat?
Dance
– Raqs
