متن آهنگهای دیگر

Bahare wrote:

کلا من و تو ترانه کلا اینجا ترجمه میذاریم!من و ترانه هم که اصن به تیپمون نمیخوره آهنگ تیلور بذاریم!پس خیالت راحت  

آره واقعا 

Bahare wrote:کسی هست این آهنگو نشنیده باشه؟؟؟اگه هست پیشنهاد میدم بشنوه

منم پیشنهاد میدم  

Bahare wrote:Back Street Boys-Permanent Stain

ایول!آهنگ قشنگیه!کلا با آلبوم جدیدشون حال کردم! 
اینم از متن و ترجمه اولین آهنگ آلبوم بک استریت با همین اسم 

In a World Like This

Taraneh wrote:

Bahare wrote:

کلا من و تو ترانه کلا اینجا ترجمه میذاریم!من و ترانه هم که اصن به تیپمون نمیخوره آهنگ تیلور بذاریم!پس خیالت راحت " alt="" title=""> 

آره واقعا 

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گفتم شايد محبوبه گذاشته باشه 

Taraneh wrote:

Bahare wrote:کسی هست این آهنگو نشنیده باشه؟؟؟اگه هست پیشنهاد میدم بشنوه

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منم! 

Taraneh wrote:

Bahare wrote:Back Street Boys-Permanent Stain

ایول!آهنگ قشنگیه!کلا با آلبوم جدیدشون حال کردم! 
اینم از متن و ترجمه اولین آهنگ آلبوم بک استریت با همین اسم 

In a World Like This

  
  
  

جو گرفتتم ! 

Aisan wrote:
ايشالا كه قبلا نذاشتن!
Taylor swift_I Almost Do

اثن باید تحسینت کنم
همیشه ازینجور چیزا بذار باریک!

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy[/size][/size]
 
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
Been wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
When I blew; see, it was confusing
Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
Hit the lottery, "ooh wee!"
With what I gave up to get was bittersweet
With this like winning a huge meet
Ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
Cause I'm
 
[Hook: Rihanna]
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
well,that's not fair.
 well,that's not fair.
وفکر می کنی دیوونه هستم، آره، فکر می کنی دیوونه هستم 
 خب این منصفانه نیست
خب این منصفانه نیست

No, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
To seize the moment and don't squander it
Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
So I keep conjuring
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?)
(No wonder you losing your mind, the way it wanders)
"Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo!"
I think you've been wandering off down yonder
And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can't conquer it
My OCD is conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
(آره، بهش فکر کن، اینو می خوای؟)
(تعجبی نداره که داری عقلت رو از دست میدی، جوری که این سردرگم کننده هست)
"یو-لو-لو-لو-یی-هوو!"

Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
well,that's not fair.
well,that's not fair.
من با هیولا رفیقم، اون زیر تختمه
با صداهایی که تو سرمه کنار میام
تو سعی می کنی منو نجات بدی، نفست رو حبس نکن
وفکر می کنی دیوونه هستم، آره، فکر می کنی دیوونه هستم 

Call me crazy, but I have this vision
One day that I walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at
Emcees, blood get spilled and I
Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played at
Pumped up feeling and shit to say back
To the kids who played 'em
I ain't here to save the f--king children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
[size=undefined]It's nothing, I'm still friends with the[/size]


Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
من با هیولا رفیقم، اون زیر تختمه
با صداهایی که تو سرمه کنار میام
تو سعی می کنی منو نجات بدی، نفست رو حبس نکن
وفکر می کنی دیوونه هستم، آره، فکر می کنی دیوونه هستم 
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
well,that's not fair.
well,that's not fair.
من با هیولا رفیقم، اون زیر تختمه
با صداهایی که تو سرمه کنار میام
تو سعی می کنی منو نجات بدی، نفست رو حبس نکن
وفکر می کنی دیوونه هستم، آره، فکر می کنی دیوونه هستم 
خب این منصفانه نیست
خب این منصفانه نیست

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انصافا خیلی قشنگه
ریتمشم جالبه
Eminem
خیلی داد نمیزنه
دقت کردین یه دونه فحش داد عایا؟؟؟    

rap god


 
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I got, like something's about to happen but I don't know what
If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
(You are just what the doc ordered)
 
[Verse 1]
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
With this rappity-rap, packing a Mac in the back of the Ac
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a mothafuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece
 
[Verse 2]
Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (Pew)
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and be in a position, to meet Run DMC
And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of (shame)
You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking, boy
You're witnessing a massacre
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking, boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label everyday looking, boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking, boy
I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
Get outta my face looking boy
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up
With the same pace looking boy
 
[Verse 3]
Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm toting
And I should not be woken, I'm the walking dead
But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my Ramen Noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere
In this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines, just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP one when I tried to say
"I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm
Morphing into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singing to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
And I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream"
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip-hop, it's pop
Cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use"
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice
Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
Ungh, school flunky, pill junky
But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
To the situation and understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan, it's a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation to trip abroad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?