Текст и перевод песни Jay Rox - Pala Banda (feat. Tommy D)

Pala Banda (feat. Tommy D)

Mummy and daddy don't cope it's me bama complainer
Makolo bani kalipila ati mwana wasu walubana
Ati vi music vilibe future nkhalako soldier olo dokoter
OG bamani sonta bamani dabwa ati
Nina pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Nina pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Shake it up like guchu guchu weh yeah
Clap it back like buchu buchu weh
Drop your track like tufiputule tufiputule tubakake monga mukule
Since the man was a boy I've been a dreamer
Son of a gunna face the ninner could
Make it the wey Messi like Argentina
Tinamanga ma button kubafaka patali aba ba tani
Fire Moto uja wa gun kuba dizimulako on the same journey
Me tell my mama ouh ouh we gut the control
I mean you ain't gut the worry about the band roll
Every silver ama give it like ama hand rule
Apa mama never listen she gut the son do like
Mummy and daddy don't copy still bama complainer
Makolo bani kalipila ati mwana wasu walubana
Ati vi music vilibe future nkhalako soldier olo dokoter
OG bamani sonta bamani dabwa ati
Nina pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Nina pala ba ndani pala ba nda (tiyeni nayo)
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda(bwa bwa)
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda (finally vichitike)
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda (tiyeni tiyeni tiyeni nayo eeh)
Eh spirit ya Ackim Simukonda eeh
Draw draw na Alick Nkhata eeh
Mupilo monga ndine Great Khalu eeh
Ni dealinger na mwamuna wa Nalu eeh
Gospel guy monga Pompi eeh
Apa niza susha monga Mampi eeh
Ndine field martial ba guy eeh
Ndiwe che kapyopyo na bye
Sindine soja sindine doctor sindine poucher ndine che keeper
Monga ni njuga zaba chokoca
Monga ni tractor siniza poncha eeh
Nizamenya nkhondo ba guy eeh
Nizavala suit na tie eeh
Money izacaya multiply eeh
Motto ni do or die (Rrrraah)
Mummy and daddy don't copy still bama complainer
Makolo bani kalipila ati mwana wasu walubana
Ati vi music vilibe future nkhalako soldier olo dokoter
OG bamani sonta bamani dabwa ati
Nina pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Nina pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
Pala ba ndani pala ba nda
(Banger)
End.

For My People (feat. Tommy D)

Mom and Dad don't get it, I'm their little complainer
My parents keep saying their child is lost
Saying music has no future, I should be a soldier or a doctor
My old friends point and are surprised like,
I'm for my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
I'm for my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
Shake it up like guchu guchu, weh yeah
Clap it back like buchu buchu, weh
Drop your track like tufiputule tufiputule, let's build it up like an anthill
Since I was a boy, I've been a dreamer
Son of a gun, facing the inner could
Make it like Messi, like Argentina
We're pushing buttons, leaving those haters behind
Fire, like that from a gun, to extinguish them on the same journey
I tell my mama, "Oh oh, we got the control"
I mean, you don't have to worry about the money roll
Every silver, I'll give it like a hand rule
But mama never listens, she wants her son to be like,
Mom and Dad don't get it, still their little complainer
My parents keep saying their child is lost
Saying music has no future, I should be a soldier or a doctor
My old friends point and are surprised like,
I'm for my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
I'm for my people, for my people (let's go with it)
For my people, for my people (bwa bwa)
For my people, for my people (finally it's happening)
For my people, for my people (let's go, let's go with it, yeah)
Eh, the spirit of Ackim Simukonda, eh
Drawing inspiration from Alick Nkhata, eh
Living life like I'm the Great Kalu, eh
I'm dealing with the husband of Nalu, eh
Gospel guy like Pompi, eh
But I'll make you dance like Mampi, eh
I'm a field marshall, my guy, eh
You're just a small flame, goodbye
I'm not a soldier, not a doctor, not a poacher, I'm a keeper
Like the horns of a rhinoceros
Like a tractor, I won't break down, eh
I will fight battles, my guy, eh
I will wear a suit and tie, eh
Money will multiply, eh
Motto is do or die (Rrrraah)
Mom and Dad don't get it, still their little complainer
My parents keep saying their child is lost
Saying music has no future, I should be a soldier or a doctor
My old friends point and are surprised like,
I'm for my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
I'm for my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
For my people, for my people
(Banger)
End.