Paroles et traduction Fid Q - Mwanamalundi

Mwanamalundi

Mwanamalundi!
Ah
Niite ngosha the don, niite mwanza mwanza
Love me. or leave me alone
Nakipakaza unaposema hukomi, nami
Simwoni wa kujitandaza juu, ya kitanda hiki cha mziki
We hujui utanishangaza, wanakoshwa!
Masikioni wanaposikia hizi ladha
Inawachosha inavyo'hit redioni nyomi inajaza
Mashabiki, zaidi ya milioni hadi wakusaza dah
TMK, Ilala na 'Ndoni wanamjua mwanza
Ambaye ame'base na hiphop kama saigon wa zavaragwanza
Naenda mlipa kama scratch zina bony love jibaba homie
Na'keep on top, Mcee slash hustler
Kwenye hip naweka hop kisha naiteka ki'mafia
Chapchap. nonstop hits je we utabaki.
Jinsi nnavyozi'drop machizi, chicks wanafagia
Tamu kama lollipop, rhymes nnazoshusha
Situmii kalamu, kichwani hapohapo natungia
Natumia ufahamu wa hii fani, maisha kuyashuhudia
Naangalia angani naona amani inaniambia dereva ntabeba msalaba begani usukani nikiuachia

Niite Ngosha the don, au
Mwanza Mwanza au
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi

Mwanamalundi

Kuna makeups, pia mkorogo
Kuna haters, na wale waliojiskia tu kuleta shobo
Kuna tofauti kati ya Mcee na CEO,
Tambi na minyoo
Glass na kioo
Bafu na choo
SKIA, ili usisahau
ONA, ili ujifunze
FANYA ili ukumbuke kama ulisahau ya jana
Wafurahishe walio karibu, walio mbali watasogea
Elewa, kama mbwa, usijaribu hata kuongea
Unachokitaka haukipati, aliyekipata hakitumii
Hapo ndipo utapodata na mashauzi ya plan b
Mikakati ya kiusanii na wakati wa bahati nasibu
Sio lazima kipaji ili mradi mshakaji anahitaji kitu
Atasukumaje siku?
Huyu mzugaji mzinguaji siwezi kumpa
Huyu wakati Mungu ndo mpaji, unakosea hii
Wanatumia mbaya za bandia kurudia viporo
Ushapagawa, watoto sasa wanasaka chochoro
Hapa kahawa, ni maji ya moto yenye rangi ya ugoro
Hatuwezi kuwa sawa, mwendo wa kasoro zenye kasoro
Uhuru wa miguu mikono, akili imefungwa mnyororo

Ntawadhuru sana huo usingizi wa pono tommorrow

Hauna ushuru mdomo, chunga ulimi usilete mgogoro
Ona, bila farasi kidume hawezi kuitwa Polo

Niite Ngosha the don, au
Mwanza Mwanza au
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi

Mwanamalundi

Mwanamalundi!
Ah
I'm Ngosha the don, I'm Mwanza Mwanza
Love me or leave me alone
I'll make you sorry if you say you don't come, and I
I will not crawl on the ground, on this musical bed
You don't know what you're going to surprise me with, they're being rushed!
In their ears when they hear these flavors
It's getting them tired as it hits the radio, it's filling up the songs on the radio
Fans, more than a million until they make you dah
TMK, Ilala and 'Ndoni know Mwanza
Who's based on hip-hop like Saigon of zavaragwanza
I'll pay like scratch marks on bony love jibaba homie
And I'm keeping on top, Mcee slash hustler
On the hip I put hope and then I captured it like the mafia
Hurry up, non-stop hits what you gonna do.
The way I drop them machizi, chicks are sweeping
Sweet like lollipop, rhymes I drop
I don't use a pen, I write it right there in my head
I use the knowledge of this profession, to witness life
I look to the sky and I see peace telling me driver I'll carry the cross on my shoulder when I leave you at the wheel

Call me Ngosha the don, or
Mwanza Mwanza or
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi

Mwanamalundi

There are makeups, also stir
There are haters, and those who just felt like bringing noise
There's a difference between an Mcee and a CEO,
Pasta and worms
Glass and mirror
Bathroom and toilet
LISTEN, so you don't forget
WATCH, so you can learn
DO so you can remember if you forgot
Make those around you happy, those who are far away will approach
Understand, like a dog, don't even try to talk
You don't get what you want, he who got it doesn't use it
That's when you'll start to ask and the shauzis of plan b
Artistic strategies and lottery time
Talent is not necessary as long as the dude needs something
How will he push on?
I can't give this spinning swindler
This time God is the giver, you're wrong about this
They misuse artificial ones to repeat viporos
You got lost, kids are now looking for alleys
Here coffee, is hot water with the color of ugoro
We can't be the same, the pace of defects with defects
Freedom of feet and hands, mind locked in chains

I'll hurt you so much that tomorrow's pono nightmare

You have no tax on your mouth, watch your tongue and don't cause a conflict
Look, without a stallion, a man can't be called Polo

Call me Ngosha the don, or
Mwanza Mwanza or
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi
Mwanamalundi