Текст и перевод песни Mister You - Freestyle reubeu

Freestyle reubeu

Mali ya mali, ma-ma-ma-mali ya mali
Ma-ma-ma-mali ya mali, mali ya mali
Mali w mali w mali O′jibo jawi
Cha'alo Lmejmar, Baghi Ntbekher
A′samawi A'lah ydawi, wa'ws′hab l′haal
Wamali ya mali w mali w mali O'jibo jawi
Cha′alou lmejmar baghi ntbekher
A'samawi wa lah ydawi, A′ws'hab l′haal
[ Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaa ]
O'Awdo Lmkoom,O'baraka men tberguig
F′Fransa tl′ka lghebra khouya Kima tel'ka dguig
Hahowa lik albniya lay hdik, bghiti lmotor manjiboch lik Ra ratmchi a′la rejlik
Wa l'hamka khas tchri dwa bach ybra lmarmd li fik
Sbah dezt f derb kan M′amer ghi B les flics
Wlad l'hrem mabrawch ykhliwna n′ichoo kima ngolo h'naya zmagriya "khooya c'est chaud"
La nadet fik lfara ankhli dar bo mok Ana weld Casa′ Kho hadchi a′lach dima mbowek
Sa'ha Thug Life, S′hab joj Pakiyat ana nakhod lfrada, nta b9a tl'ab bel popiyate
Nmoot A′la H'kayat bari nt′kada men Columbia
Li khrej men L'Aroubiya a'mro maychbe′a b′lobiya
Kolshi belmektob kolchi me'htot felktoob
Baraka blekdoob galsin ghi blekdoob f drooba
Ha, haBaraka men tberguig o baraka men lkdob ya wlad LH′ram

Freestyle reubeu

My wealth, wealth, my wealth, wealth, wealth, my wealth, wealth
My wealth, wealth, wealth, wealth, wealth, wealth
Wealth on wealth on wealth, Oh my God knows
The charcoal maker is alight, I want to become good-looking
My God heals me and provides me with everything
And wealth on wealth on wealth on wealth, Oh my God knows
The charcoal maker is alight, I want to become good-looking
My God heals me and provides me with everything
[ Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaa ]
I explain myself to you, I bless whoever curses me
In France, this neighborhood's screwed up, bro, like that other one
This neighborhood's not for you, I don't want you to take the motorbike, or else, you'll fall
And you've got to buy some medicine to fix your head
This morning, I walked through a street where there were only policemen
You animals don't let us breathe, they say out here "bro it's dangerous"
If you shit on me, I won't say a thing, I'm from Casablanca, why are you always f’ed up?
Time for the Thug Life, my Paki buddies and I are shopping for weed, you're over there playing with your toys
I'm dying for stories, except the ones that come from Colombia
I've gotten out of Morocco, nothing can fool me anymore
Everyone is corrupt, everything is written in the Book
No more black doobies, only black doobies in the alley
Ha, haI bless whoever curses me and I bless those who say I'm ugly