Paroles et traduction Kira7 - POTO

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Chhal mn kora ana taquit
Wakha f'we9t badal da2e3
Ntouma hkemto 3la madahir
Dakchi 3lach bent likom fada2i
3tani bracelet w wssani
Rah kan khasna ghir serf
Hta f'Alaska rah sehd
Ana brassi f'seff
B9ina paquet mora paquet
B9ina track mora track
Wakha twil chweya tragic
Fih netra dyal crack
Khou li f'rassna rah frassek
Wakha rasta ma brach
Sfe basta ma blanch
Appel masqué rah brahech

Kent nassi li fat
T3alemt kifa7
Ma tsawelch kfch
Ki rabat ki fes
9asdin port, macha leya poto
Baytin f'poste, kan tsenaw hisoka
Nta machi parfait, nta machi star khay
Ki douz nhar khayeb, kan ndirou khouta
Ghir guaro marquise
Ki friha f'parking
Galt leya fuck lik, gelt liha okey

Rip omayé, ga3ma bghit anaya porsche cayenne
Wakha tchofni k.o rani ba9i faye9
Militao w marqua hta 3la bayern
Melina vida hta gelna sayez
Kan ntmenaw hermano rebbi isayeb
Ama ana ga3ma b9it baghi chi cahier
Taguini la haine byna fik khayeb
Khayeb, mena khayef
Ba9i mateyef, kat 3icho khayal
La vida 9waddet mat omayé
Jeniya f'wadi wana rayess
W'ana taye9 feya fayéti
Chi dawni hta da2ira tlata khayé
Mn rabat hta sbata tari9
Aslen rah 3 kena f'fari9
Ntaya ghari9 w'anaya ghari9
Khasek w khasna l9aw chi tari9a

Kent nassi li fat
T3alemt kifa7
Ma tsawelch kfch
Ki rabat ki fes
9asdin port, macha leya poto
Baytin f'poste, kan tsenaw hisoka
Nta machi parfait, nta machi star khay
Ki douz nhar khayeb, kan ndirou khouta
Ghir guaro marquise
Ki friha f'parking
Galt leya fuck lik gelt liha okey

(Rip omayé)

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Pretend that I'm not affected
Even if the times have changed, it's a challenge
You judged based on appearances
That's why your girl is causing trouble
She gave me a bracelet and kissed me
We just needed pleasure
Even in Alaska, it's cold
I'm freezing in the line
We kept going, pack after pack
We kept going, track after track
Even if it's a bit tragic
It has traces of crack
Take what's in our minds, even if it's crazy
Even if I'm not really Rasta
Enough, I'm done, I don't care
Masked call, don't bother

I used to forget the past
I learned how to be tough
Don't ask how
Whether in Rabat or Fes
Heading to the port, my buddy's not coming with me
Stuck at the police station, we were acting like Hisoka
You're not perfect, you're not a star, man
When we have a bad day, we take a line
Just some Marquise guarana
With her in the parking lot
She told me "fuck you", I told her "okay"

RIP mom, I never wanted a Porsche Cayenne
Even if you see me knocked out, I'm still awake
Militao even scored against Bayern
Sweet life, we even said maybe
We hope, brother, that God forgives
But I don't want any more notebooks
Hate is shown between you, liar
Liar, afraid of me
Still not convinced, you're living a fantasy
Life is tough after my mom's death
Genius in the valley, and I'm the boss
And my faith is my support
Light me up until the third round, bro
From Rabat to Sebta, a long road
Originally, there were three of us in the group
You're drowning and I'm drowning
You and I need to find a way

I used to forget the past
I learned how to be tough
Don't ask how
Whether in Rabat or Fes
Heading to the port, my buddy's not coming with me
Stuck at the police station, we were acting like Hisoka
You're not perfect, you're not a star, man
When we have a bad day, we take a line
Just some Marquise guarana
With her in the parking lot
She told me "fuck you", I told her "okay"

(RIP mom)