Mister You - Freestyle reubeu - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Mister You - Freestyle reubeu




Freestyle reubeu
Freestyle reubeu
Mali ya mali, ma-ma-ma-mali ya mali
My wealth, wealth, my wealth, wealth, wealth, my wealth, wealth
Ma-ma-ma-mali ya mali, mali ya mali
My wealth, wealth, wealth, wealth, wealth, wealth
Mali w mali w mali O′jibo jawi
Wealth on wealth on wealth, Oh my God knows
Cha'alo Lmejmar, Baghi Ntbekher
The charcoal maker is alight, I want to become good-looking
A′samawi A'lah ydawi, wa'ws′hab l′haal
My God heals me and provides me with everything
Wamali ya mali w mali w mali O'jibo jawi
And wealth on wealth on wealth on wealth, Oh my God knows
Cha′alou lmejmar baghi ntbekher
The charcoal maker is alight, I want to become good-looking
A'samawi wa lah ydawi, A′ws'hab l′haal
My God heals me and provides me with everything
[ Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaa ]
[ Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaa ]
O'Awdo Lmkoom,O'baraka men tberguig
I explain myself to you, I bless whoever curses me
F′Fransa tl′ka lghebra khouya Kima tel'ka dguig
In France, this neighborhood's screwed up, bro, like that other one
Hahowa lik albniya lay hdik, bghiti lmotor manjiboch lik Ra ratmchi a′la rejlik
This neighborhood's not for you, I don't want you to take the motorbike, or else, you'll fall
Wa l'hamka khas tchri dwa bach ybra lmarmd li fik
And you've got to buy some medicine to fix your head
Sbah dezt f derb kan M′amer ghi B les flics
This morning, I walked through a street where there were only policemen
Wlad l'hrem mabrawch ykhliwna n′ichoo kima ngolo h'naya zmagriya "khooya c'est chaud"
You animals don't let us breathe, they say out here "bro it's dangerous"
La nadet fik lfara ankhli dar bo mok Ana weld Casa′ Kho hadchi a′lach dima mbowek
If you shit on me, I won't say a thing, I'm from Casablanca, why are you always f’ed up?
Sa'ha Thug Life, S′hab joj Pakiyat ana nakhod lfrada, nta b9a tl'ab bel popiyate
Time for the Thug Life, my Paki buddies and I are shopping for weed, you're over there playing with your toys
Nmoot A′la H'kayat bari nt′kada men Columbia
I'm dying for stories, except the ones that come from Colombia
Li khrej men L'Aroubiya a'mro maychbe′a b′lobiya
I've gotten out of Morocco, nothing can fool me anymore
Kolshi belmektob kolchi me'htot felktoob
Everyone is corrupt, everything is written in the Book
Baraka blekdoob galsin ghi blekdoob f drooba
No more black doobies, only black doobies in the alley
Ha, haBaraka men tberguig o baraka men lkdob ya wlad LH′ram
Ha, haI bless whoever curses me and I bless those who say I'm ugly






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