Shayea – Royaye Man Rap Bood Na Pool

Shayea – Royaye Man Rap Bood Na Pool Lyrics

Artist: Shayea
Song: Royaye Man Rap Bood Na Pool

هنو اونقدی نیستم که زانومو شل نکنه پول
I’m not so strong yet not to be tempted by money
یه لیمیتد ستِ جردنِ گرون
An expensive limited Jordan clothes

معکوس بکشم با دوج کف تهرون
To downshift by a Dodge in Tehran
با دست بدی رو بیلبورد منو نشون
To point me with finger on a billboard

هنو میچربه زور ندیده هام بهم
My unseens outpower me
فاصله ام تا سی یه سانته
I’m 1 cm far from 30

نمیخوام دستم جایی دراز شه
I don’t want to sponge off anybody
ببینم بندِ مسافرای آژانسِ سر پیری نون خونه ام
My living depended on taxi passengers

تپش قلب بگیره زنم از تلفن های بانک هی
My wife’s heart beats fast after calls from bank
پوکه خالیِ پروپرانولا رو طاقچه
Empty bottle of Propranolol “A medication for Anxiety” on the shelf

یادش نی شأنی تو زیرزمینا داشته
He has forgotten he was dignified in bas#ments
مرده دیگه پیر مرده این خونه
The elder of this house is passed out

چیزی ازم نمیمونه
I will be done
یه رپر بازنشته و تتمه ی پولش
A retired rapper and his cash balance

فحش میدم جوونیمو چون نکرد و میتونست
I revile my youth because he didn’t accomplish while could
تو اون موقع هم هستی دیگه ها؟
Will you still be in my life then?

هستی موقع خنسی قرض بدی به ما
Will you be in my life to lend me some money while I’m on tight budget?
گوش میدم تو ماشین های خطی به صدام
Will you listen to my voice in taxis?

چقدر غمگینه شعرام
How sad my verses are ?!
حتی خودم و میبنده به سه کام
They (my verses) Even makes me smoke

سرنوشت منه یا تصمیم نظام
Is that on my choice or government’s decision?
میدونی داشی ترسیده چشام
I’m scared

نیستی که به جام
You’re not in my shoes
وقتی موهام داره سفید میشه و حسرت به دلم
When my hair goes white and I’m hope-sick

از در غصه میباره از پنجره غم
The grief and sorrow have overwhelmed the entire house
رفقای پاپ خونت از صحنه بگن و پیک بزنن با رپ کردن من
Your pop-singer buddies talk about the stage but get drunk with my raps

هی بپام از حسابم کم کم بکشم
To be careful with money
هی من خط شه چِشَم هی پنچر بشه شهر
My eyes get dilated and city get punctured

دیگه بالا میارم از معنی شأن
Now I puke because of the meaning of dignity
سرم و کرد بالا، دستم و زیر سنگ
It made me chin-up and my put hand under a rock

یادمه میومد صدای زوزه هامون شب
I remember, you could hear us baying at nights
باید میدیدم تو دستم پوله آروم شم
I needed to see money in my hand to relax

از مدرسه بگیر تا خونه بامون چپ
Everyone in school and in house were cruel to me
یکی باز نکرد رو سر ما توی بارون چتر
Nobody opened an umbrella for me in lashing rain

دیدم آرزو هام نمی خونه با بودجه ام
I figured out my dreams and my budget didn’t fit
یه کوله پر تراکت پشت پامون زخم
A bag pack full of flyers and

اما یه لحظه نمیدیدی تو چشامون شک
But you couldn’t see doubt in our eyes
رویای من رپ بود نه پول
My dream was rap, not money

آره رویای من رپ بود
Yeah my dream was rap
اولویت عشق، شماره آخر پول
The first priority is love, the last one money

یهو یه روز در اومد از رویای ما هم پول
Money got out of my dreams as well
کارا رو فروختیم زندگیمونو چرخوند
I sold the tracks and keep living

شکرت
خدایا شکرت زیاد
Thanks God, thank you so much
نذاشتی غرق شه تو جوب کشتیام

You didn’t let my ships drown in a sike
داشت خسته میشد همه ی اون اشتیاق
All those desires went tired
سخته وقتی میگی از بلند پروازیات و گیر نون شبی

It’s difficult to talk about your ambitions and be poor
همه فکر میکنن یه چیزی زدی
Everyone thinks you’ve taken drug
سخته چندسال نبینن دستت کیسه خرید

It’s difficult to see no shopping bag in your hands
سخته وقتی تو نگاه دورت حس میکنی یه دیدی نتونستی
It’s difficult to feel people around you say: “I’ve told you that you can’t”
و

سخته وقتی زیر قسطی و یارو بهت میگه بخند بگیره سلفی رو
And it’s difficult when you’re heavily in debts and ask you to smile for a selfie picture
سخته وقتی شعر مینویسی نامه بهت بدن بری دادسرا
It’s difficult when you write poems, and you’re served a subpoena for court

با وثیقهی همون رفیقات درای که بهت میگفتن این کار نمیشه نون و آب برات
To be on palore by the mortgage of those, your friends who used to tell “this job won’t pay the rent”
سخت تر از همه اینه حتی تو بهم بگی پول و دیدی شلوارت چندتا شد
The most difficult one is that you ask for money and polygamize

نگاه رفتار و حرفات و
The look, behavior, your words
حق با تو
You’re right
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Royaye Man Rap Bood Na Pool Lyrics – English Translation

Heno is not an idiot that zanumo loose money
I’m not so strong yet not to be tympted by money
A Limid Set Jordan Gron
An Expensive Limited Jordan Clothes

Reverse with the dodge of the southern floor
TO DOWNSHIFT BY A DODGE IN TEHRAN
With the bad hand, Billboard
TO POINT ME WITH FINGER ON A BILLBOARD

Henou
My Unseens Outpower Me
My distance to thir cant
I’m 1 cm far from 30

I do not want to be lying
I don’t want to Sponge Off Anybody
I see the head of the aging aging agency.
My Living Depended On Taxi Passengers

Heart pounding from the phones of the bank
My Wife’s Heart Beats Fast After Calls From Bank
Empanola blank niche
Empty Bottle of Propranolol “A Medication for Anxiety” on the shelf

Remembered the straw
HE HAS FORGOTTEN HE WAS DIGNIFIED IN BAs#menTS
Dead old dead dead
The ELDER OF THIS HOUSE IS PASSED OUT

Something not me
I Will be Done
A rappers over and put his money
A retired rapper and His Cash Balance

I’m cursed
I Revile My YouTh Because He Didn’t Accomplish While Could
What time are you there?
WILL YOU STILL BE IN MY LIFE THEN?

Being at the time you lend badly to us
Will You Be In My Lend To Lend MONE SOME MONEY WHILE I’m on Tight Budget?
Listen to Saddam’s linear cars
Will You Listen To My Voice In Taxis?

How sad the poem
How Sad My Verses Are?!
Even myself and Mow to three com
They (My Verses) Even Makes Me Smoke

The fate of the man or the decision of the system
IS THAT ON MY CHOICE OR GOVERNMENT’S DECISION?
You know your frightened
I’m Scared.

Not that to the cup
You’re not in my shoes
When Moham is white and regrett
When My Hair Goes White and I’m Hope-Sick

From in the grief of the sad window
THE GRIEF AND SORROW HAVE OVERWHELMED THE ENTIRE HOUSE
Pope’s comrades from the scene and peak peak with my rap
Your Pop-Singer Buddies Talk About The Stage BUT GET DRUNK WITH MY RAPS

Hey buffing my account low
TO BEFUL WITH MONEY
Hey me the lane of the eye of the eye
My Eyes GET DILATED AND CITY GET PUNCTURED

Raise above the meaning of dignity
NOW I PUKE BECAUSE OF THE MEANING OF DIGNITY
Serum and Kurd up, my hand and under rock
IT MADE ME CHIN-UP AND MY PUT HAND UNDER A ROCK

Remembrance
I Remember, You Could Hear US Baying At Nights
I should see you my arms
I NEEDED TO SEE MONEY IN MY HAND TO RELAX

Take from school until the left
Everyone in School and in House were cruel to me
One did not open our head in the umbrella baron
NOBODY OPENED AN UMBRELLA FOR ME IN LASHING RAIN

Saw wish you don’t get home with my budget
I figured out my dreams and my budget didn’t fit
A stewed tract backpack behind the wound
A BAG PACK FULL OF FLYERS AND

But a moment did not see you doubt
BUT YOU COULDN’T SEE DOBT IN OUR EYES
My dream was rap. Not money
My Dream WAS RAP, NOT MONEY

Yeah my dream was rap
Yeah My Dream Was Rap
Love priority, the latter number of money
The First Priority is Love, The Last One Money

Joy one day in my dream of money
MONEY GOT OUT OF MY DREAMS AS WELL
We sold the efficient life.
I SOLD THE TRACKS AND KEEP LIVING

Shoking
O God, too much
Thanks God, THANK YOU SO MUCH
Do not remove you

YOU DIDN’T LET MY SHIPS DROWN IN A SIKE
Had tired. All that passion
ALL THOSE DESIRRES WENT Tired
It’s hard when you’re talking from the lift

It’s Difficult To Talk About Your Ambitions and Be Poor
Everyone is thinking about something
Everyone Thinks You’ve Taken Drug
Bishes Ninson Shopping bag

It’s Difficult to see No Shopping Bag in Your Hands
Hard when you look dart
It’s Difficult to Feel People AROUND YOU SAY: “I’VE TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN’T”
And

Bishes When you go to you under construction and
And It’s Difficult When You’re Heavily In Debts and Ask You To Smile for a selfie picture
Bishy when the poetry writing the body of the body of the prosecutor
It’s Difficult When You Write Poems, and You’re Served a subpoena for courts

With the same bail, he does not work and water for you.
To On Palore by the Mortgage of Those, Your Friends WHO USED TO TELL “THIS JOB WON’T PAY THE RENT”
Hardest than all, even you tell me money and saw a few pants
THE MOST DIFFICULT ONE IS THAT YOU ASK FOR MONE AND POLYGAMIZE

Look behavior and
THE LOOK, BEHAVIOR, YOUR WORDS
you are right
You’re Right.
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Shayea Lyrics – Royaye Man Rap Bood Na Pool

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From the album:
Adeyet Moustafa Ezzat
Release Year: 2018