Текст и перевод песни Fik Fameica - Tobiloberamu

Tobiloberamu

Artin on the Beat
Gyal, wandeka ogamba kibulamu
Kati ojja ozunga olw'okuba olaba ntereddemu
Bambi nkusaba busabi ndekaamu
Ebyange naawe wabiroberamu yeah
Obudde buzibye nina okijoogamu
Ezange nina oziryako nga nkyali mulamu
Baganda baffe ndaba asikamu omu kw'omu
Gwe akyalina obusobozi tobiroberamu yeah
Ate ndi mukozi era nkeera ne nkikyapamu
Ataakole taaliire maama y'ansomeramu
Nti mwana wange ssente yeefuga buli kimu
Ky'ova olaba era eby'okola sibiloberamu, yeah
Musaayi muto nkulembedde game
Bayaaye bampalana nefuze bi deemu
Mbabonyaabonya nga combination ya PEM
Bano mbakuba ku mutwe sibaloberamu nze, yeah
Tobiroberamu
Blood tobiroberamu
Toloba, toloba
Tobiroberamu
Eby'ensi boyi kufata
Olina okubeeramu
Ŋŋambye, tobiroberamu
Blood tobiroberamu
Toloba, toloba
Tobiroberamu
Eby'ensi boyi kufata
Olina okubeeramu
Wabula singa teyali siriimu
Singa mu bambala eby'okulwanyisa siriimu
Naye buli lwe nzijukira nti nina ochasinga dream
Awo akapiira we nkateerako sibiroberamu yeah
Mutima gwange mwana naawe baamu
Nze naawe tumanyi ebizibu laavu by'etusuddemu
Kati olabye omulala ate oŋŋamba tubiddemu
Ntiddemu nze siddamu kubiroberamu, gwe
Kampala City babuufu ffe tukirimu
Ojja n'ekyalo abaana bakikumalamu
For example bano abanyiga amasimu mu jam
Abaana baganyakula tebalobyenamu yeah
Buli omu n'eddiiniye nze ndi musiraamu
Naye nzikiriza Katonda gwe tusinza y'omu
Sabako era ofune engeri gyomwebazaamu
Nze ntya omuliro era ebintu bye sibiroberamu
Fik Fameica nze ndiko buli wamu
Ekigoma bwenkituulamu
Ne mu ddoboozi ekkakkamu
Enyonyogeze temuli abaana baazimalamu
Ba rapper mutubulamu
Wanneegayirira okkuwola nga tolinaamu
Okusasula oyagala ngyaziine nga Imam?
Bakuwaana kuluma leero walumye mukyamu
Ezange ojja zisesema toziroberamu
Akayimba kano ssi kange ka bulyomu
Enjiri eno kansabe ebune ku bulyomu
Artin Pro kuba ekigoma tuzinemu
Buli omu n'owuwe atalina weebeereremu
Wabula ex wabiroberamu
(Wabiroberamu)
Ffe eno tulya bulamu
Kati oly'eyo wejjusa ogamba singa nagumamu
Omusomi
Omutembeeyi
Ghetto yut
Kampala muwambe
N'abadde tamanyi mugambe
Fik Fameica tuzinemu ssi lumbe
Fresh Bwoy
Buli omu n'owuwe atalina weebeereremu
Wabula ex wabiroberamu
(Wabiroberamu)
Ffe eno tulya bulamu
Kati oly'eyo wejjusa ogamba singa nagumamu
Omusomi
Omutembeeyi
Ghetto yut
Kampala muwambe
N'abadde tamanyi mugambe
Fik Fameica tuzinemu ssi lumbe
Fresh Bwoy

You're Trippin'

Artin on the Beat
Girl, you used to complain about life
Now you're jealous because you see I've made it
Baby I beg you, please let it go
This is my life and you're trippin' about it, yeah
You're looking all confused, I got a problem for you
I have some of my own while I'm still alive
Our friends, I see them one by one
If you had the ability you'd be trippin' too, yeah
I am a hard worker, I wake up and hustle
He who doesn't work doesn't eat, it's my mom who sent me to school
She said, "My son, money rules everything"
That's what you see, what you're doing is trippin', yeah
Young blood, I'm leading the game
Thugs want to fight me, wanting the same thing
I'm crushing them like a combination of PEM
They hit my head, they're not trippin', me, yeah
You're trippin'
Blood you're trippin'
Say it, say it
You're trippin'
The things of this world, boy, they are hard to hold onto
You have to be in it
I told you, you're trippin'
Blood you're trippin'
Say it, say it
You're trippin'
The things of this world, boy, they are hard to hold onto
You have to be in it
But if it wasn't for the hustle
If we were wearing anti-hustle gear
But every time I remember that I have a bigger dream than you
That's where we stop, you're not trippin', yeah
My heart baby, you're in it
You and I know the problems love has put us through
Now you've seen someone else and you're telling me we're through
Not through, I won't reply to trippin', you
Kampala City, the truth is we're still in it
Go to the village, the kids will take care of you
For example, these ones who snatch phones in traffic
People are distracted, they don't notice them, yeah
Everyone with their religion, I'm a Muslim
But I believe in God, the one we worship
Therefore you also need a way to think
I fear fire and I don't mess with those things
Fik Fameica, I've got everything together
When we sit on a drum
Even in a calm voice
In the gossip, there are no kids allowed
Rappers fight us
You dared to borrow without having anything
You want to pay back as if I'm an Imam?
They bite each other, today you bit badly
Mine will flow, don't mess with them
This song is not mine, it's for everyone
This case, I ask for kindness on everyone
Artin Pro, beat the drum, we're in
Everyone with their own, if you don't have, stay out
But ex, you're trippin'
(You're trippin')
Here we are, living life
Now you're there regretting, saying "If only I had stayed"
Reader
Walker
Ghetto youth
Kampala, I tell you
And those who didn't know, tell them
Fik Fameica we're in, not a funeral
Fresh Bwoy
Everyone with their own, if you don't have, stay out
But ex, you're trippin'
(You're trippin')
Here we are, living life
Now you're there regretting, saying "If only I had stayed"
Reader
Walker
Ghetto youth
Kampala, I tell you
And those who didn't know, tell them
Fik Fameica we're in, not a funeral
Fresh Bwoy