Sorry for using Google Translate : The song Last Temptation has a part of the concept of the book and movie with the same name. In the first part of the song, Ali Sorena talks about fighting the enemy and their evilness . Top sentences : - Open-minded people and free people do not agree with hijab -One day you will understand the concept of prison in parole(Conditional freedom) - I saved time from seconds In the second part of the song, Ali Sorna talks about himself, people who have the same opinion as him and his enemies and people who are with his enemies and their thoughts. He talks about his grief and battle. In this section he is talking to Christ, but not to the Christ we know, the Christ who is on the earth with his crown of thorns and smoking. He is not sanctified and is involved in his own temptations. Where even Christ is drawn to sin, Messiah says that there is no need to fight and denies the conditions. My personal conclusion in this section: You don't need to be holy to be pure, you just have to fight your temptations to become holy, even Christ had to fight his temptations Interesting sentences: -And we did not get involved in the disease of your society And we endured the shame of this action until the treatment - My life is full of sins, but my question is, who will guarantee you the right? (Who is sure of the correctness) - I spray the paint on the wall, it always creates a pattern A man with a crown of thorns on his head appears He puffs on a cigarette He says : What is your idea for tomorrow? In the third part, he talks about his ideas and does not consider his words to be in vain. He talks and complains about those who don't care about the situation or get along. Especially the rappers who did not mention the conditions and talk about money, lust and gangs. Also, from rappers who sing about politics but are extremely violent, such a "Molfat"and "hichkas", whose poems contain death and blood. And also talks a little about freedom and life. (He has defined them in his previous works) Top sentences : -If you suffered a little like minority women, you would understand that life is important -Tell about wounded voices and wounded looks -Your pens have become police batons -For us, the gun was a concept, not a dance tool -keep going hard screw up (indicating that the correctness cannot be determined) It will be one day - worthless scavengers Kill me on the way to victory I will not die, I will not return You better kill me from behind - Between dirty mousses , the meaning of time was lost for me -Don't push the pencil, the paper is pierced (sarcasm of those who are so violent) -know that Here is real and night is dangerous Also on the hook, he calls himself a person on the cross who breaks cross and talks about outcasts ( he didn't accept to go to heaven )
In general, Surena's meaning is that in a time when even Christ is involved in his temptations, you and I must come face to face with our last temptation and be freed and go to war with injustice. In this song, Surena put aside the last temptation. And he goes to war with cruelty and injustice with seriousness and through art. It is the second time that Sorena has faced his world and all this is after the revolution of women life freedom
In middle east , politics and art are close to each other and effects each other , some people just don't care , some artists will stand in injustice side and some artists will fight with injustice
Sorena, after the beat switch, was criticizing the rappers (if we can really call them rappers) and said that he (Sorena) is all alone and doesn't have anyone in Iran to collaborate with in protesting against the social conditions. Also, in my opinion, Saeed Dehghan (the producer of this song) is one of the best Iranian producers alongside Mahdyar Aghajani.
@@hosseinmafi2773 Obviously, Soorena is one of the best rappers in the Rap Farsi. I meant the government-affiliated and "Vasl" ones( like Mj, hamid sefat, saman wilson & … ), who aren’t rappers.
Part One Verse One We didn't fear the gallows, Nor did we bow to tyrants. We roared drunken and awake, The escape of comrades stirred dust and chaos. This is what happened behind the curtain, A description of our state was not captured. We plunged the knife deep on stage, The enemy still searches for stitches. Either they died underfoot, Or became the guard dogs of their lord's palace. These sheep love the sound of the wolf, I defiled your thorn, let the flower remain. Our state was dancing on the edge of the blade, But your business is just an advertisement. Write it down in history so you'll remember, Your credibility is tied to blood, Your wings are tied to the nest, Your beliefs are tied to bread and your mask, Sniff the blood of the living, wild and tattered, Till the kiss of the wind and this burnt society, Shake off the clothes of anyone but the living, Because a pure and alive mind won’t die in a veil. Huh? Be wild and alive, the poem is awake and bloody. Our birth was with the love of the trigger and shell, You were born from your parents' carcass and pig. The knife is still with me, Don’t talk to me about the safety of the road. We didn’t pay a bribe, you were not allowed to understand, The difference between the guilty and the unauthorized. Ten, Ten like me are enough to tear down, If they single-handedly attack the palace, seven, Seven licenses should be stuffed in your seven holes, punk. No one tells me how far to shout, look, I became a poem narrating the wind, I saved time from the hands of seconds, I lost my way and spontaneity in loneliness, There, where out of fear I gave every rhyme a place. One day you’ll understand the meaning of prison, That they bury you in the conspiracy of your freedom. You neither fled from somewhere nor were drawn, Except to this room you have. In these depths, home, is the shroud of fools, The informer hits from the blood of the loan sharks’ corpses. Many can be reached at the end of endless lines, We can be reached by the smell of vultures’ breath. Chorus In this blood-stained desert, I am hung on the cross of my body, They wait for it to break on my shoulders, The vultures of the tribe. You were a void and left me in the storm, I sing with the wounds of the outcasts. I’m crazier than them, I come down from this burning cross. In this blood-stained desert, I am hung on the cross of my body, They wait for it to break on my shoulders, The vultures of the tribe. You were a void and left me in the storm, I sing with the wounds of the outcasts. I’m crazier than them, I come down from this burning cross. Part Two Verse Two You still carry the seeds of your youthful foolishness, When your benefit ensnares you. My life is a carnival of mistakes, But who guarantees you the right? I am cast out from your cold and impregnable herd, But my verses will set you on fire. A lone giant, neither my spouse nor friend, Nor am I anyone’s brother anymore. But it’s normal now, Huh? It's normal until I tread on death, I am not in your imaginations in my foolishness, I splash paint on the wall with an empty bucket, It always comes out a pattern on the groove. A man with a crown of thorns on his head, Takes a puff of a cigarette, He says, "What's your idea for tomorrow?" I walk tall, I say, "Let people do nothing for a second, Let it end." He says, "Oh! What’s gotten into you? Are you mad?" I say, "Why are you straining your throat? You sell the morning but still wear the night." He stares at the door for a moment, He says, "It’s so warm." I cut a piece of air with scissors, Hand it to him, he hesitates, He says, "There’s so much pain in it." We endure pain, We are wounded, shot, and tired, From everyone who is, From everyone who isn’t. He says, "A terrifying news for eternal doom, You’ve just hit the core of the void. This is the last temptation, my hymn to the living, To the dead who have infected the society. Let them ascend to the depth of their complexes, They didn’t understand what your fall to heights is. The bitter height of your bodies, tell them to wait until they knock, Let history remember this targeting, How we placed tanks in the heart of flies. Chorus In this blood-stained desert, I am hung on the cross of my body, They wait for it to break on my shoulders, The vultures of the tribe. You were a void and left me in the storm, I sing with the wounds of the outcasts. I’m crazier than them, I come down from this burning cross. In this blood-stained desert, I am hung on the cross of my body, They wait for it to break on my shoulders, The vultures of the tribe. You were a void and left me in the storm, I sing with the wounds of the outcasts. I’m crazier than them, I come down from this burning cross. Part Three Verse Three Talk about the slaughtered at the table, From this blood of the sky, the red face of the earth, With all the necessity of your broken stature, Strike at the heart of your tribe's bulk. Talk about the lies of your thin and lonely crowd, From bloodstains on the skirts of capital, From the death of simplicity, from the amazement of freedom, From the bursting of the pus of your tomorrow’s blisters. From those who are excluded from the category and compromise, From school, office, mosque, and university. From us who didn’t join in your crowd’s illness, We bore the accusation of this illness to reform. Naked without a deal, it faces the cold, A piece of body remained for it, with the seed of hatred. Even love didn’t want to be in your deals, A firm no to the pimping of the broker. Say that life is right here, Outside the arc of the clock, the stretching of tomorrow, It comes to you and the artist is right here, Who doesn’t know when and where they will be killed but, There are many who are drowned in the lists of your dominion systems, A bunch of compelled bootlickers. Talk about the voices, from the wounded glances, Your pens, the batons of your suppressing police, Remove the red lines and borders, Art is not a tool of security, broker, In our work it wasn’t found in these few years. We are pain, these are aristocrats, don’t call us colleagues, If only you would tear a little like the marginalized women, You’d see life is important. On the land of despotism under the phallus of colonialism, From the womb of your city gather the miscarriages of your faith, Sing for those who are your fans, Here it’s real, dangerous evil, Do you have your phone? Say this to your master, A weapon meant for us, not a tool for dancing, My opponent without support, with an army to the end, With a corpse between my teeth, You’ll get screwed and your business is flawed, Don’t press the pen so hard, it tore the paper. The horizon of life emerges from an event, Where they call you crazy, out, your path is this, That we weave out of every trench, Learn the war so you won’t get lost in the jungle, Continue even if by force, Mess up, it’s okay, know it’s possible after, Like me who saw the vulture as a butterfly, This intoxication drew my path towards the cocoon, Mess after mess, anxiety filled with my voice, Among a bunch of sneaky mice my moments died, How lost I must have been, To pass the carcass and confess to the vulture. I dragged my carcasses happily with my teeth, Cowardly, useless pigs, But it doesn’t matter, it created a new path, My art is criticized out of the remnants. Low-quality vultures, I dragged them on the heights of growth, Neither will I die, nor will I return, Better to be killed from behind. From now on, anyone who’s against is utterly screwed, And account every word of ours as a crime, I screw you one by one as before, And it’s better to come to terms with this jealousy...
Farsi is a rich and rich language, you must know this language to be able to fully enjoy some music because many of these musics have very interesting content.
Even we, who have a common mother tongue, do not understand some verses, Sorna's voice comes from the heart. but it is still better to listen to the song with subtitles.
Hallo Cojak, ich wollte dir nur ein Feedback geben. Sorenasmusiks sind für meistens der Iraner schwer zu verstehen, weil Sorena nicht mit einfacher Wortauswahl seine Texte schreibt. Das macht er natürlich aus bestimmten Gründen. Erstens macht er das, um sich selber von der Stadt zu schützen (Wenn jeder verstehen konnte, was er da sagt, dann hätte man ihn 10000-mal umgebracht.) und zweitens macht er das, weil er möchte, dass die Leute aktiv werden und selber bei Sachen, die nicht verstehen recherchieren. Sein Ziel bei den ganzen Sachen ist, die iranische Bevölkerung zu wecken, damit sie endlich anfangen zu denken, dass im Iran vieles nicht mehr gerade läuft und wir müssen uns einig werden, damit wir die Revolution endlich schaffen. Die Art und Weise, wie Sorena rappt, ist einfach einzigartig und ich habe sowas Ähnliches nirgendwo auf anderer Sprache gehört. Damit du Sorena und seine Gedanken besser verstehen kannst, empfehle ich dir, seine Musik immer auf Deutsch zu übersetzen. LG Shayan
noooooo this is 100% about Lirycs. He criticizes every neutral rapper or artist and everyone who works for the government in the most poetic way. 🙁🙁🙁 you need to understand that he is like Nietzsche in the Rap world🤗
Ich empfehle dir dass die einfache Musiks hören, da du nix von dieses Musik verstehst und du wirst auch nicht verstehen. Es ist kein Sound um man sein Kopf damit bewegt. Keiner kann dir es auch übersetzen
Bro, I'm serious, If you're really a fan of persian drill, you should absolutely watch "Fana" music video by Arta, koroosh, Sepehr khalse and Saman wilson. You will love it FOR SURE. Waiting for the react ❤
Bro, I'm serious, If you're really a fan of persian drill, you should absolutely watch "Fana" music video by Arta, koroosh, Sepehr khalse and Saman wilson. You will love it FOR SURE. Waiting for the react ❤
Sorry for using Google Translate :
The song Last Temptation has a part of the concept of the book and movie with the same name. In the first part of the song, Ali Sorena talks about fighting the enemy and their evilness . Top sentences :
- Open-minded people and free people do not agree with hijab
-One day you will understand the concept of prison in parole(Conditional freedom)
- I saved time from seconds
In the second part of the song, Ali Sorna talks about himself, people who have the same opinion as him and his enemies and people who are with his enemies and their thoughts.
He talks about his grief and battle. In this section he is talking to Christ, but not to the Christ we know, the Christ who is on the earth with his crown of thorns and smoking. He is not sanctified and is involved in his own temptations. Where even Christ is drawn to sin, Messiah says that there is no need to fight and denies the conditions. My personal conclusion in this section:
You don't need to be holy to be pure, you just have to fight your temptations to become holy, even Christ had to fight his temptations
Interesting sentences:
-And we did not get involved in the disease of your society
And we endured the shame of this action until the treatment
- My life is full of sins, but my question is, who will guarantee you the right? (Who is sure of the correctness)
- I spray the paint on the wall, it always creates a pattern
A man with a crown of thorns on his head appears
He puffs on a cigarette
He says : What is your idea for tomorrow?
In the third part, he talks about his ideas and does not consider his words to be in vain.
He talks and complains about those who don't care about the situation or get along.
Especially the rappers who did not mention the conditions and talk about money, lust and gangs.
Also, from rappers who sing about politics but are extremely violent, such a "Molfat"and "hichkas", whose poems contain death and blood.
And also talks a little about freedom and life. (He has defined them in his previous works)
Top sentences :
-If you suffered a little like minority women, you would understand that life is important
-Tell about wounded voices and wounded looks
-Your pens have become police batons
-For us, the gun was a concept, not a dance tool
-keep going hard
screw up (indicating that the correctness cannot be determined)
It will be one day
- worthless scavengers
Kill me on the way to victory
I will not die, I will not return
You better kill me from behind
- Between dirty mousses , the meaning of time was lost for me
-Don't push the pencil, the paper is pierced (sarcasm of those who are so violent)
-know that Here is real and night is dangerous
Also on the hook, he calls himself a person on the cross who breaks cross and talks about outcasts ( he didn't accept to go to heaven )
In general, Surena's meaning is that in a time when even Christ is involved in his temptations, you and I must come face to face with our last temptation and be freed and go to war with injustice. In this song, Surena put aside the last temptation. And he goes to war with cruelty and injustice with seriousness and through art. It is the second time that Sorena has faced his world and all this is after the revolution of women life freedom
In middle east , politics and art are close to each other and effects each other , some people just don't care , some artists will stand in injustice side and some artists will fight with injustice
This is our Hero in Iran💫
🔥ALI SORENA🔥
Sorena, after the beat switch, was criticizing the rappers (if we can really call them rappers) and said that he (Sorena) is all alone and doesn't have anyone in Iran to collaborate with in protesting against the social conditions. Also, in my opinion, Saeed Dehghan (the producer of this song) is one of the best Iranian producers alongside Mahdyar Aghajani.
If Sorena is not a rapper, then what is?
@@hosseinmafi2773 Obviously, Soorena is one of the best rappers in the Rap Farsi. I meant the government-affiliated and "Vasl" ones( like Mj, hamid sefat, saman wilson & … ), who aren’t rappers.
Hello sir, Ali Sorena is one of the best rappers in iran, he sings sooo deeply, thanks for reacting🙏♥️
Every verse he says in this song is like war zone:)we cab write novels n movies for this one...He did a great song no one cant even immitate
Ali Sorena is one of the best lyrical rappers in the world 🔥
You are absolutely right bro we don't listen to music any more in this song , we imagine the stroy he is telling
The producer is saeed dehghan
Tnx for reaction man🔥♥️
Sorena is legend 🫀🔪
Part One
Verse One
We didn't fear the gallows,
Nor did we bow to tyrants.
We roared drunken and awake,
The escape of comrades stirred dust and chaos.
This is what happened behind the curtain,
A description of our state was not captured.
We plunged the knife deep on stage,
The enemy still searches for stitches.
Either they died underfoot,
Or became the guard dogs of their lord's palace.
These sheep love the sound of the wolf,
I defiled your thorn, let the flower remain.
Our state was dancing on the edge of the blade,
But your business is just an advertisement.
Write it down in history so you'll remember,
Your credibility is tied to blood,
Your wings are tied to the nest,
Your beliefs are tied to bread and your mask,
Sniff the blood of the living, wild and tattered,
Till the kiss of the wind and this burnt society,
Shake off the clothes of anyone but the living,
Because a pure and alive mind won’t die in a veil.
Huh? Be wild and alive, the poem is awake and bloody.
Our birth was with the love of the trigger and shell,
You were born from your parents' carcass and pig.
The knife is still with me,
Don’t talk to me about the safety of the road.
We didn’t pay a bribe, you were not allowed to understand,
The difference between the guilty and the unauthorized.
Ten,
Ten like me are enough to tear down,
If they single-handedly attack the palace, seven,
Seven licenses should be stuffed in your seven holes, punk.
No one tells me how far to shout, look,
I became a poem narrating the wind,
I saved time from the hands of seconds,
I lost my way and spontaneity in loneliness,
There, where out of fear I gave every rhyme a place.
One day you’ll understand the meaning of prison,
That they bury you in the conspiracy of your freedom.
You neither fled from somewhere nor were drawn,
Except to this room you have.
In these depths, home, is the shroud of fools,
The informer hits from the blood of the loan sharks’ corpses.
Many can be reached at the end of endless lines,
We can be reached by the smell of vultures’ breath.
Chorus
In this blood-stained desert,
I am hung on the cross of my body,
They wait for it to break on my shoulders,
The vultures of the tribe.
You were a void and left me in the storm,
I sing with the wounds of the outcasts.
I’m crazier than them,
I come down from this burning cross.
In this blood-stained desert,
I am hung on the cross of my body,
They wait for it to break on my shoulders,
The vultures of the tribe.
You were a void and left me in the storm,
I sing with the wounds of the outcasts.
I’m crazier than them,
I come down from this burning cross.
Part Two
Verse Two
You still carry the seeds of your youthful foolishness,
When your benefit ensnares you.
My life is a carnival of mistakes,
But who guarantees you the right?
I am cast out from your cold and impregnable herd,
But my verses will set you on fire.
A lone giant, neither my spouse nor friend,
Nor am I anyone’s brother anymore.
But it’s normal now,
Huh?
It's normal until I tread on death,
I am not in your imaginations in my foolishness,
I splash paint on the wall with an empty bucket,
It always comes out a pattern on the groove.
A man with a crown of thorns on his head,
Takes a puff of a cigarette,
He says, "What's your idea for tomorrow?"
I walk tall,
I say, "Let people do nothing for a second,
Let it end."
He says, "Oh! What’s gotten into you? Are you mad?"
I say, "Why are you straining your throat?
You sell the morning but still wear the night."
He stares at the door for a moment,
He says, "It’s so warm."
I cut a piece of air with scissors,
Hand it to him, he hesitates,
He says, "There’s so much pain in it."
We endure pain,
We are wounded, shot, and tired,
From everyone who is,
From everyone who isn’t.
He says, "A terrifying news for eternal doom,
You’ve just hit the core of the void.
This is the last temptation, my hymn to the living,
To the dead who have infected the society.
Let them ascend to the depth of their complexes,
They didn’t understand what your fall to heights is.
The bitter height of your bodies, tell them to wait until they knock,
Let history remember this targeting,
How we placed tanks in the heart of flies.
Chorus
In this blood-stained desert,
I am hung on the cross of my body,
They wait for it to break on my shoulders,
The vultures of the tribe.
You were a void and left me in the storm,
I sing with the wounds of the outcasts.
I’m crazier than them,
I come down from this burning cross.
In this blood-stained desert,
I am hung on the cross of my body,
They wait for it to break on my shoulders,
The vultures of the tribe.
You were a void and left me in the storm,
I sing with the wounds of the outcasts.
I’m crazier than them,
I come down from this burning cross.
Part Three
Verse Three
Talk about the slaughtered at the table,
From this blood of the sky, the red face of the earth,
With all the necessity of your broken stature,
Strike at the heart of your tribe's bulk.
Talk about the lies of your thin and lonely crowd,
From bloodstains on the skirts of capital,
From the death of simplicity, from the amazement of freedom,
From the bursting of the pus of your tomorrow’s blisters.
From those who are excluded from the category and compromise,
From school, office, mosque, and university.
From us who didn’t join in your crowd’s illness,
We bore the accusation of this illness to reform.
Naked without a deal, it faces the cold,
A piece of body remained for it, with the seed of hatred.
Even love didn’t want to be in your deals,
A firm no to the pimping of the broker.
Say that life is right here,
Outside the arc of the clock, the stretching of tomorrow,
It comes to you and the artist is right here,
Who doesn’t know when and where they will be killed but,
There are many who are drowned in the lists of your dominion systems,
A bunch of compelled bootlickers.
Talk about the voices, from the wounded glances,
Your pens, the batons of your suppressing police,
Remove the red lines and borders,
Art is not a tool of security, broker,
In our work it wasn’t found in these few years.
We are pain, these are aristocrats, don’t call us colleagues,
If only you would tear a little like the marginalized women,
You’d see life is important.
On the land of despotism under the phallus of colonialism,
From the womb of your city gather the miscarriages of your faith,
Sing for those who are your fans,
Here it’s real, dangerous evil,
Do you have your phone? Say this to your master,
A weapon meant for us, not a tool for dancing,
My opponent without support, with an army to the end,
With a corpse between my teeth,
You’ll get screwed and your business is flawed,
Don’t press the pen so hard, it tore the paper.
The horizon of life emerges from an event,
Where they call you crazy, out, your path is this,
That we weave out of every trench,
Learn the war so you won’t get lost in the jungle,
Continue even if by force,
Mess up, it’s okay, know it’s possible after,
Like me who saw the vulture as a butterfly,
This intoxication drew my path towards the cocoon,
Mess after mess, anxiety filled with my voice,
Among a bunch of sneaky mice my moments died,
How lost I must have been,
To pass the carcass and confess to the vulture.
I dragged my carcasses happily with my teeth,
Cowardly, useless pigs,
But it doesn’t matter, it created a new path,
My art is criticized out of the remnants.
Low-quality vultures,
I dragged them on the heights of growth,
Neither will I die, nor will I return,
Better to be killed from behind.
From now on, anyone who’s against is utterly screwed,
And account every word of ours as a crime,
I screw you one by one as before,
And it’s better to come to terms with this jealousy...
Nice job thanks
1:05 we love this intro too😂❤
Iran s hiphop is alive🇮🇷💣
U choosed best thing to get view ....
Yea
Sorena
Is fking GOD in Persian rap
The lyrics of Sorena's songs are so deep that they can not be translated
Sorena, the lonely man of Persian rap❤👑
Ali sorena = The King
Farsi is a rich and rich language, you must know this language to be able to fully enjoy some music because many of these musics have very interesting content.
Even we, who have a common mother tongue, do not understand some verses, Sorna's voice comes from the heart. but it is still better to listen to the song with subtitles.
This music has some references to "the last temptation of Jesus Christ"
If you watched the movie or read the book you will understand.
Thank you bro ❤❤❤
Ali sorena one of the best rappers
In iran دمت گرم عشقی🔥🔥
17:22 Bro how the hek you are understanding him without knowing Persian?!?!?!
Much much respect🔥❤️
By noy dealing with brokers and profiteers ,sorena has kept the real art alive in iran
Thanks bro❤❤
Parts of the song are about dealers looking at art just for business
Thank you brother🔥🔥
Nice reaction✌️
We crying with song 😢
Hallo Cojak, ich wollte dir nur ein Feedback geben. Sorenasmusiks sind für meistens der Iraner schwer zu verstehen, weil Sorena nicht mit einfacher Wortauswahl seine Texte schreibt. Das macht er natürlich aus bestimmten Gründen. Erstens macht er das, um sich selber von der Stadt zu schützen (Wenn jeder verstehen konnte, was er da sagt, dann hätte man ihn 10000-mal umgebracht.) und zweitens macht er das, weil er möchte, dass die Leute aktiv werden und selber bei Sachen, die nicht verstehen recherchieren.
Sein Ziel bei den ganzen Sachen ist, die iranische Bevölkerung zu wecken, damit sie endlich anfangen zu denken, dass im Iran vieles nicht mehr gerade läuft und wir müssen uns einig werden, damit wir die Revolution endlich schaffen.
Die Art und Weise, wie Sorena rappt, ist einfach einzigartig und ich habe sowas Ähnliches nirgendwo auf anderer Sprache gehört. Damit du Sorena und seine Gedanken besser verstehen kannst, empfehle ich dir, seine Musik immer auf Deutsch zu übersetzen.
LG
Shayan
The best rapper ❤ali sorena
he is slapping very true
Thanks bro🔥🔥
سورنا بهترینه حتی در دنیا🔥🔥🔥
Thank you for using the original flag of Iran
Potak's song (+18) is the fastest Iranian rap. Please react to this song
Sorena is a lyrical rapper and if you dont understand the lyric you wouldnt enjoy of song i think
Sorena❤
Woooow
The best👽
Sorena 🔥🔥🔥
Some time ago sorena sold her microphone for art and hiphop
Sorena is here
✌🏼♥️
sorena on top
HI COJAK
PLEASE REACT TO MESHKI❤❤❤❤❤
Hallo mein gute freund , ich wünsche am besten für dich🍻🔥
Nice ❤
❤❤
Goat sorena
No one can face with him
❤
🔥
❤🔥
❤❤❤❤😊
Can you react to taskhir from farshad ? Its a horror song
Ali sorena👁🩸🕊
🎉🎉🎉🎉
🎉❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
esalat from yas
fakhri o farokh from soel chigini
Hello, dear friend, I am from Afghanistan, please react to Afghan music
❤👌👌
we cant understand him too😂😂😂😂
This is an antisystem rap by Ali sorena. It's a diss to whom are not with people and artists who are standing by government
Tenx men❤
Pls go to react "case" by 021kid
🎈❤️🩹
زیر نویس فارسی بزار ممنون❤️🔥
React to Young n foolish (Hichkas and quf and kool g rap)
Nice😅
Detroit (pidar)
Reaction 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
Please reaction to :: shabi gorga ( hichkss feat Quf)
Please
Please
Please 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Cartel by Erfan pls
Please reaction to bomb pishro
@Sorenaofficial
((Translate please))❗❗
Brother, this song wants interpretation, it has infinite meaningful words, you will not get anywhere with reaction
noooooo this is 100% about Lirycs. He criticizes every neutral rapper or artist and everyone who works for the government in the most poetic way.
🙁🙁🙁 you need to understand that he is like Nietzsche in the Rap world🤗
Pooriiiii🙏🏻
godpoori troy 😰
بابا ما خودمون ایرانی هستین نمی فهمیم چی میگه درست نمی فهمیم اهنگ رو
تو چ جوری می خواهی اینو تحلیل کنی
واقعا😂
Why didn't you become God, lonely man?❤❤
اگه بدونی چی میخونه رپو میزاری کنار میری گی میشی
Ich empfehle dir dass die einfache Musiks hören, da du nix von dieses Musik verstehst und du wirst auch nicht verstehen. Es ist kein Sound um man sein Kopf damit bewegt. Keiner kann dir es auch übersetzen
Bro, I'm serious, If you're really a fan of persian drill, you should absolutely watch "Fana" music video by Arta, koroosh, Sepehr khalse and Saman wilson. You will love it FOR SURE. Waiting for the react ❤
He is the goat MC
❤❤❤
❤
❤🔥
esalat from yas
fakhri o farokh from soel chigini
Bro, I'm serious, If you're really a fan of persian drill, you should absolutely watch "Fana" music video by Arta, koroosh, Sepehr khalse and Saman wilson. You will love it FOR SURE. Waiting for the react ❤
ua-cam.com/video/gh9gZm4NOgE/v-deo.htmlsi=L0F2x-Mji9g2-vX9
esalat from yas
fakhri o farokh from soel chigini
esalat from yas
fakhri o farokh from soel chigini
esalat from yas
fakhri o farokh from soel chigini