Текст и перевод песни Diib - Muay Thai

Muay Thai

Diib]
M3a 45 ha skhoun, Ar9am album
7ayed algham f angham, balak sir ldarkom
Ya tlou7 rejlik n9et3ouhalek, m3a doura tel9ana mourak
Safi ma b9awch lfourass, 7na li saferna b Bora9
W tantiro w tanbano b3ad, bghiti feat jib money cash
Tayghiro rwappa li ba7elk, tandiro dakchi 3lach gaddin
Lblad hnaya katgoulllk mout, bla kmaya ghadi te7ma9
7da teffaya ba9i chadd l'mood, w ka nebze9 mdadi fog lwra9
Loukan lbza9el 3tawni ghi tissa3, koun klami fel galaxy da3
Machi track hada 7esbou ksida, hada Diib ntouma gha kssiba
7na lke3ba nta touf, tansre3 had ddour
Taygoulouli nta l'boss, tangoul ok d'accord
Machi famos hada infamous, machi labas hada ghi lfalass
Hada 3efrit li sken fanous, banet l3afya anwelli rabouz
Hada 3eb9our f laboratoire, hada l9adib li ghadi w kaytwal
Gha f zen9a 3ayech 5 étoiles, jenb s7ab tijara w ijram
45 aji goulli, mal hadou daykhine?! (malhom?)
L'beat kaygoulli koulni (koulni), w temma 3e9li kaydoub
Rap saymo w daba kayfter, ra3d ghayji w daba gha sber
Khona ma3lich w daba ha howa dars

Okay la kenti baghini ghadi telgani f had rap kantardeg lmhom réseau
Idara bagha telba9 ba9a madrya tl9aha,
B tali kaybanli belli bagha la maison
Kan terdgo adami motherfucker la kenti baghi joghma d l'essence
Mal?! yay! gaddo gadd Simo
Diib passe brika, Roberto Carlos b lissar
Pardona sinora mima, kayghelto namous f mizan
Ch7al men merra ddem fel piscine
7di ngoul papak kaydir pipi
Kenyi ba9i bla mra a douz l PC

Muay Thai

Diib]
22 years and skinny, latest album
Living in the clouds, starting to hate you all
Oh, make yourself scarce I'll thank you for it, with your walk as we follow you
Enough with the little bullshit, we're the ones who stood out Bora9
And cry and moan later, I want a feat to bring in money cash
You've changed the rules that I told you, you do it cause you're bored
Here in the hood they tell you it's done for, with no money it's gonna be hard
For now cut the crap and be cool, and I'll keep spitting out my ink
If just 1,000 people listened to me, my words would reach the galaxy
This isn't a song it's a fucking poem, this is Diib you're just a bunch of losers
We're the key and you're the lock, guess you missed that door
You tell me you're the boss, and I tell you ok perfect
Not famous but infamous, not rich but but poor
This is a monster that came out from a lamp, the spirits of the fortune tellers
This is a demon in the laboratory, this is the writer who's watching and waiting
Living only in 5-star luxury, next to the goods and the business
45 come on tell me, who are these idiots?! (who are they?)
The beat tells me tell them (tell them), and it does doubles while I'm thinking
Rap is bored and now it's throwing a tantrum, the storm is coming and now it's about to explode
I had nothing and now here's the lesson

Okay if you wanted me I would have showed up in this rap and turned their network upside down
The bureau wants to find a scapegoat maybe they'll find one,
By looks it seems like they want the house
They would have beaten me like a motherfucker if I hadn't wanted the smell of gas
What?! yeah! go on Simo
Diib passes through a city, Roberto Carlos with a knife
Excuse me senora mima, a mosquito bit me on the scales
How many times did I pee in the pool
Now I tell your dad to drink
If I stay single I'll screw the PC