Текст и перевод песни Dji Tafinha - Wassa

Wassa

Mundo é pequeno mundo é pequeno
Namuleleno namuleleno
É o classico que a nossa praça trousse wei
Dji tafinha renascido com sassatxou yei
Eu sou piripire tenta confundir
Tu vaz m sentir bem hoje
Vamos vai fundir nao vai t acudir
Saiba que fakire e nos
Pura fantasia a tua a condição
Poi na tua mente que uinga que hoje e dia de circuncisao
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho
Wassa
Paulo moquicho
Tafinha é mesmo lunga
Ja sentei na lata na escola sem sala
O pequeno brecabunda
O meu pai na mata pronto a levar bala
Estas no meu terrono she tunga
Leva o teu veneno nunca fui sereno
Pouco mais ou menos eu te digo o mesmo
Game esta violento e cunga
Wassa
Esta com inveja passa um beat
No cotevelo passa
Eu não desses gajos que qerem ter massa
Nao da para cozer nao da para fritar nao da para secar assa
Mana wassa
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho
Wee. Eu quero ver todo meu people do leste com a mao no ar
Mas alto mas alto
Quero as mãos assim
Vamos
Wassa
Vamos
Wassa
Vamos
Wassa
Vamos
Wassa
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Paulo Moquicho
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho

Wassa

The world is small, the world is small
Bless me, bless me
It's a classic that our neighborhood has brought us today
Dji Tafinha reborn with sassatxou yei
I'm spicy hot, try to confuse me
You make me feel so good today
Let's blend together, there's no escape
Know that fakire is us
Pure fantasy, your condition
Think about it, today is the day of circumcision
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho
Wassa
Paulo moquicho
Tafinha is really crazy
I've been sitting on the toilet at school without a stall
A little rascal
My father in the forest ready to take a bullet
You're on my territory, stupid
Take your poison, I've never been serene
More or less, I'm telling you the same thing
The game is violent and dirty
Wassa
You're jealous, give me a beat
Pass the gossip
I'm not one of those guys who wants to have money
It can't be cooked, it can't be fried, it can't be dried, roast it
Girlfriend, Wassa
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho
Wee. I want to see all my people from the east with their hands in the air
Higher, higher
I want your hands like this
Come on
Wassa
Come on
Wassa
Come on
Wassa
Come on
Wassa
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho
Wassa
Paulo Moquicho