Paroles et traduction Shayfeen feat. Nessyou, Sad Jim & Mister-A - Wa Drari

Wa Drari

Ah, ma fare9 Lah ryous l rra7a dani medloul
Ma3endna mankhebbiw, wa9i3 3ari bla cagoule
Jib khawi rass 3amer
7lemna mat 7it walefna nemchiw fog lemsamer

Douz 7ayyed
Khelliw stourna tehdar 3lina
Khelli li ghadi yji, ychoufo li chafto 3inina
Khelli doura tekmel, lyom fine jat nouba
Chkoun li baghi touba, chkoun li baghi yjme3 chmel
M3achrine zna9i m3achrine lhemm
Mab9a y9di fina ssem kon 7na li chab3in b ssem
M3aychine b rap m3aychine bel gjam
3acherna 3chrana mcharkin m3ahom t3am
7arggine jelda bach 3emmerna gha nbedlouha
Mdowkhana lmachakil b dawkha kan9etlouha
Sowwel 7yout zna9i sakta kant kanheddrouha
Hak fen zna9i li 3emerkom gha defnouha

3aychine west block mdellem tay7 fih ddo
Mkhelta fih da3wa, sabrine l7err choc

Kolha m'tenter 7eddo, kaysayn ydou9 l7alwa
7yatna ambiance Glock, 9lil li blegh 9esdou
M'sauvé m7e9e9 lmourad, la plupart fina nekdou
Souvent à zéro l'morale, normal n7e9do
Netghaw, netmarghdo n3oumo 3aks tyyar
Madam système 3do, blil kan3icho dowwar
Nwa9fouh 3end 7eddou, n7effiwlo nyab lmenchar
Netmerdou deddo madam mcherrebna lemrar
M3iyechna f noir kaychoufn bizzare
Des bouffons des batards, awbach chibh bachar
Bref, b khtissar, blokna b7al chi rougar
Smah mdelma b nhar, jame3 chouk w nowwar
Mkhellet le7lou bel 7arr
Drawech w chrar, ga3 zatmin 3el mejmar rakbine sfint l9dar

Yeah yeah, microphone check check

Wa wa, wejjed l3ssa ra fik fik
Ch7al hada seddina lffam li dwaw
W ga3 li bghaw l'hip hop ha howa sec sec
Wa drari wa drari wa drari wa drari
Wach kayn chi hip hop
Wa drari wa drari wa drari wa drari
Wach kayn chi hip hop

Fine kbert a 3chiri kon 3rrefti chno 3echt
De9na nharat b ga3 lwan mel byed tal k7el
24 3am dazt te7t sbabet
Melli 3zelt rap bach nedwi bghawni neb9a fel 9ent w saket
Melli mabghitch bghaw y9admouni net7asseb
Kantsebb w ntlam f7al ila ana kant7ekkem fel mektab
Men sgher mkali f dlam

Lkhodr kayderbo fina bel mtare9 b7al ila kaysousso f tlamet
Ma 3icha ma walo baghi 3chir Sherekhan
7it l3chran li kano f derb zen9a rej3athoom dyab
Ila dert film 3la diski nsemmih "Face à la mort"
7it ana li 3arf chno taynod b lil mor la mort
Fine kbert a 3chiri kon 3refti chno 3echt
W khouti ba3t rass'ha l ibliss ghir bach tkali chwya sahd
Satat 7ello rejlihom zkara f zelt
Mebliyen b lagt, ila majabo ycheb3o fihom darb

Rap fih drari li mdowzine w 3arfine achno kayn
Melli kayetkhne9 rap matriyye7ch ach katsayn
Ch7al men wa7d kaysayn, w 3ajbou klamna
W ch7al men 7e9ad kay 7ebbso gjamna (khellih)
3icht l'Meghreb l7arra, machi kif ghennawha

Galo 7naya b9ina lte7t w homa ze3ma li dawha
Blawha, ghir b rap d zen te9 haz tle9
Kifach ghatferre7 public w howa dahrou mleggi da9
3refna rap mnin jebnah, kifach fhemna
Kifach b stylna 7ettinah, kif nta katmenna
Mjarbine 7arr de9, 3arfine chkoun li sde9
Temma kayban lfer9 bin lbayda9 w nze9
Khelliwna hakka 3ajbana 7altna
3arfine chkoun 7na w fine kayna blasstna
7aja we7da li mvisyin f rap hya respect
Wila baghi tester ha howa l'beat le3bo face B

Yeah yeah, microphone check check
Wa wa, wejjed l3ssa ra fik fik
Ch7al hada seddina lffam li dwaw
W ga3 li bghaw l'hip hop ha howa sec sec
Wa drari wa drari wa drari wa drari

Wach kayn chi hip hop
Wa drari wa drari wa drari wa drari
Wach kayn chi hip hop

Shobee, Shayfeen
Wach kayn chi hip hop

Kayn l'hip hop, bel 7e9 aji ngolkk 3la sda3o
L'verse dyali f khater li rappa 7ta tabo w da3o
F khater ga3 li da9o tt'hares welli stylo t7ett
Ga3 li 7elmo yhebto njoum wakha ga3 ma kathbet
24 sa3a kanfekro fel beat kter men lmakla
Mkemline f tri9 wakha lmechya macha m3ekla m3ak
Wlad lblad li ma drebtouch lihom l7sab
Dakchi 3lach mousi9tna 7arra w katchem fiha ri7t trab
Ri7t rjal hadi, ri7t ssem hadi

Ri7t lmeghrebi li bel 9waleb li teg'ham 3adi
Tfou, gha f mousi9ti 7sen
Wakha tebghiw defnouni sawti ga3 ma ghadi yetdfen
Bssif nek3aw w ntoma saddin kolla blassa
Ma 3titouna walo 3tewna ghi ferdi w 9ortassa
Ntirow f ryoussna, nekhwiw likom lblad
Ma3endna mankhesro ghi stylo nekhwiw lih lmdad

Wa Drari

Ah, my dear, life is hard, it's driving me crazy
We have nothing to hide, a naked reality without a hood
Empty pocket, full head
We dreamed of a thousand things, and we're used to walking on a tightrope

Go ahead
Let our story warn them
Let the one who comes see what our eyes have seen
Let the wheel turn, today is our turn
Who wants redemption, who wants to gather honey
We live in the streets, we live with worries
Our name no longer affects us if we are fed up with the name
Living by rap, living by passion
We lived our lives, sharing a year with them
We're shedding our skin, even though we've always changed it
We kill our problems with their smoke
The youth of our streets, the police used to threaten them
The right of our streets that you have always defended

Living in a dark block where the shadow lurks
A mixed invocation, patience, a free shock

Everyone is waiting for their limit, tired of tasting the sweetness
Our life is a Glock ambiance, few reach their goal
Unsaved from the desired goal, most of us perish
Often with zero morale, it's normal that we go crazy
We rebel, we disobey, we swim against the current
As long as the system exists, we live in a cycle
We found him at his limit, we sharpen the teeth of the saw
We rebel against him since he made us drink bitterness
Our life in black seems bizarre
Clowns, bastards, faces that resemble humans
In short, our block is like a den
A dark landmark by day, gathering fear and light
Mixed with sweetness and heat
Crows and evil, thirst quenched on the stream, riding the ship of destiny

Yeah yeah, microphone check check

Wo wo, the stick is in your hands now
How long have we shut the mouths of those who spoke
And all those who wanted hip hop, here it is, sec sec
Hey guys, hey guys, hey guys, hey guys
Is there any hip hop
Hey guys, hey guys, hey guys, hey guys
Is there any hip hop

Where did you grow up, my friend, if you knew what I've been through
We've fought battles in all colors, from white to black
24 years passed under oppression
I chose rap to speak out, they wanted me to stay silent and locked up
When I refused, they wanted to make me accountable
I curse and get blamed as if I'm in control of the office
From a young age, I've been in darkness

The police are beating us with hammers as if they're looking for treasure
No life, nothing, wants to live like Sherekhan
Because the children who were in the alley, the street turned them into demons
If I made a movie about my album, I would call it "Facing Death"
Because I'm the one who knows what's waiting in the afterlife
Where did you grow up, my friend, if you knew what I've been through
My brothers sold their souls to the devil just to get some peace
Girls spread their legs, their manhood is lost
Filled with lust, if you don't satisfy them, they'll hit you

Rap has guys who are hurt and know what's up
When rap is suffocating, it doesn't care what's happening
How many are tired and love our words
And how many haters love our passion (let him be)
I lived in the real Morocco, not like they sing about it

They said we stayed down and they are the ones who supposedly made it
Nonsense, only with rap and hashish, you rise, you escape
How can you entertain the public when it's clear they're hurting
We knew rap when we brought it, how we understood it
How we put it in our own style, how we dreamed it
We've tried the heat of the beat, we know who's real
Then the difference between white and black appears
Let us be, we like our situation
We know who we are and where our place is
One thing that's important in rap is respect
And if you want to test, here's the beat, play it face B

Yeah yeah, microphone check check
Wo wo, the stick is in your hands now
How long have we shut the mouths of those who spoke
And all those who wanted hip hop, here it is, sec sec
Hey guys, hey guys, hey guys, hey guys

Is there any hip hop
Hey guys, hey guys, hey guys, hey guys
Is there any hip hop

Shobee, Shayfeen
Is there any hip hop

There's hip hop, come on, let me tell you about its noise
My verse is for those who rapped until they were exhausted
For everyone who tasted humiliation and whose pen was broken
For everyone who dreamed of reaching the stars and was never wrong
24 hours a day, we think about the beat more than food
Continuing on the road, even if the path is not paved
Children of the country that you have never misjudged
That's why our music is hot and smells like dust
The smell of real men, the smell of authenticity

The smell of the Moroccan who devours difficulties with ease
Ugh, I'm only good at my music
Even if you try to bury me, my voice will never be silenced
Basically, we're hungry and you're closing every door
You haven't given us anything, you've only given us prison and a court hearing
You threw us in jail, we are sacrificing the country for you
We have nothing to lose but our pen, we will sacrifice our lives for it