Lyrics and translation Artmasta feat. Nordo - Mani Wlidek

Mani Wlidek

Artmasta - Mani Wlidek Ft. Nordo
قعدة زينة سلعة بنينة شكون لباري
متغرينا كوكينا صولو بري
كاسح في بري شوطنكم انا نقري
منهم متبري في سمايا نطير بعيد
يا يما ماني وليدك
ودوايا فيدك متخافي ومعنا الله
ولد مرا ورجلة عيبا
تتقاس بجيبك نصيب ومجريت وراه
ما غيبنا ليلا و ورانا عيلة وقسمنا لفاما
لمتنا فتيلة بشرنا جميلة ولاد أصل وهما
وعمري منسيت لغدر
ولعدويا ماضي تظهر
تهنا وتزهالي يدللي
وكان فميلتي لراس مالي
بخلاف رضاك
أنا شبقالي في دنيا هذيا
يا يما ماني وليدك
ودوايا فيدك متخافي ومعنا الله
ولد مرا ورجلة عيبا
تتقاس بجيبك نصيب ومجريت وراه

خدمة نهار وليل شاقي ولمحتاج
حرمة نعيش ذليل نفارع في لمواج
ياشمع ما تسيل
لا لا متطفاش
جبنا لغة مجيناش يدينا فاضية
متفرحني كان أمي كتبداء راضية
قلمي كارح يتقبح وحروفو لماضية
نحب ناس و الخرشي لنعطيه بالقاضية
متملح ومكلح كلمخاخهم فاضية
مصلح ونصلح بعد لتجيك ضربة خطيا
عملنا الرجلة معاهم طلعو ملا واطية
ملا واطية
يا يما ماني وليدك
ودوايا فيدك متخافي ومعنا الله
ولد مرا ورجلة عيبا
تتقاس بجيبك نصيب ومجريت وراه
يا يما ماني وليدك
ودوايا فيدك متخافي ومعنا الله
ولد مرا ورجلة عيبا
تتقاس بجيبك نصيب

Mani Wlidek

Artmasta - Mani Wlidek Ft. Nordo
A cozy meeting is a good thingWho is ready?
Our cooking tempts youSolo in the wild.
Smashing in the wildI read your minds.
Disowned by themI fly high in my sky.
Oh my my, I am not your son.
I have your cure in my hand, don't be afraidGod is with us.
Son of a woman and a coward, it's a shame.
You're measured by how much money you haveAnd I ran after it.
I haven't been home at nightAnd our family and our fate are behind us.
Our fate brought us togetherBeautiful, dignified people, they are.
I have never forgotten your betrayal.
My enemy's past will be revealed.
Rejoice and shine, spoil me.
If my dear one disappoints me
Against your will.
What am I leaving behind in this world?
Oh my my, I am not your son.
I have your cure in my hand, don't be afraidGod is with us.
Son of a woman and a coward, it's a shame.
You're measured by how much money you haveAnd I ran after it.

I serve day and night, I am tired and in need.
Darling, we live in humiliationWe struggle in the waves.
Candle, don't melt.
No, no, don't burn out.
We brought a languageWe didn't come empty-handed.
I was glad, only when my mother was satisfied..
My pen writes quickly, and its letters are sharp.
We love people, and we'll use the ax to give it to them.
I'm salty and spicy, their brains are empty.
We fix them and then fix themAnd then you get hit with a straight shot.
We showed our manliness to themThey came out lousy and mean,
Lousy and mean.
Oh my my, I am not your son.
I have your cure in my hand, don't be afraidGod is with us.
Son of a woman and a coward, it's a shame.
You're measured by how much money you haveAnd I ran after it.
Oh my my, I am not your son.
I have your cure in my hand, don't be afraidGod is with us.
Son of a woman and a coward, it's a shame.
You're measured by how much money you have.