Текст и перевод песни Moro - Dik

Dik

Okey, ha haha ha (Skizo About to get that Moula)
A wach a.?, okey, rrun, sir 3allah

6 d sba7 bla n3ass, kanessme3 ghwat dik
3arfek mol7id donc blach Llah yehdik
3erritiha ra ma bghitch, déjà chitan kaye7wik
Ma banch lik titre ghir semmih "suck my dick"
Melli 3reftek fine saken, jani 3adi tkoun sick
W f3ayel wlad l97ab ntaya 3adi tkoun fik
Tbe3 les consignes wella ghatssali Blood [?]
Ghaneb9a kanboul 3lik, ta ghaysstali stylo Bic
Yakma b9atch f l3anawin, massacre l'euthanasie
Charisme ta3 r3awine, bali puta vas-y
Ghanssed 3lik f'bota b7al chghol ta3 les nazie
F 3a9li ki Benghazi, fo9 rassek Yamakazi
Golti rap ma kaytchafch yallah hak chouf
Mssemmi rassk Diib mais tla3ti khrouf
Bayna ra jeddek kan 3ettay f'Tindouf
Nta machi keddab okey bla 7louf
Galti ma sme3tich track, mais katban liya 7afed
Psychotrope lik a rap had l9lawi malo 7a9ed
Liquide chwya jari baghi ydir fiha 3a9ed
La sawlouk wlad wlad wladek, ra ghatkoun ba9i 3a9el
Yallah jbed chi clash natel, w beddel lih smiya
Wila chi nhar klani sslam, goulihom ra dawi 3liya
Nta kaddouz m3a lemsaren, Moro ddem fel aw3iya
Melli sme3tek katehder, chemmit ri7t l'misérya
Ra galt lik ma ghansalich, ra kerrek gha ywsa3
W melli kerrek gha yebra, wakha hokkak ma gha tensanich
Sir sowwel l'psy 3lach n3as ba9i ma janich
W gha ne7wik fel fada2, 7it l2ard ma 9addanich
Bghayt ngoul kelb, bghit ngoul caniche
Mais b9aw fiya l'klab, sa7bi khatri ma 3tanich
Sa7bi ma tebkich, bla ma tgoul ra ma bghanich
Ntaya khobz ddar, wana 3lik ma berranich
Frein schizo-dik, rap dyalo bipolaire
Ghanjibo lik f fommek, 3emmer bih la molaire
Rawi men zzen9a, sir ra ma 3aychinch f nefs système solaire
Ta malek ghadi goud, yakma barek fo9 [?]
MC [?] ghamel, fine t9acher sebbat
Wach a So9rate ma ka tkafach bel maths
Baghi t9aren weld l'Quatre, b dik Taoujtate
Ana 3aref achno kayen, ra kandir lik lwje3
Nympho f rap, w sado mazo kaychbe3
Sowwel gha le9je3, bit a ddik ach gha te9che3
B7al chi 9e7ba soumise, jri 3liha terje3
Ghatkoun ba9i 3ergan, machi moch' bad trip
3arefk copie quatre Moro wa7ed prototype
Ana dert m3ak zwin, bach t7errek dak jib
Yallah sir daba t3oum, 7essen w sowwer chi clip

Haha ha! Sir a l9lawi, 7essen, dowwech w sowwer chi clip
Banlek l'blan awla, wa sir ra ma b9a fik ma yte7wa
Ra zokkek ygari fih taxi 7mer daba, rrun
(Skizo About to get that Moula)

Dick

Okay, ha haha ha (Skizo About to get that Moula)
Hey, watch out, okay, run, swear to God

6 in the morning, no sleep, listening to that crap
I know you're an atheist, so God won't guide you
You lost her, you didn't want her, the devil's already tempting you
I won't give you a title, just call it "suck my dick"
When I found out where you live, it was easy for you to get sick
And among the sons of bitches, it's easy for you to be in it
Follow the instructions or you'll lick Blood [?]
I'll keep writing about you, until I run out of Bic pen
You'll end up in the headlines, massacre, euthanasia
The charisma of shepherds, come on, bitch, go ahead
I'll hunt you down in a booth, like the Nazis did
In my mind like Benghazi, above your head, Kamikaze
You said rap doesn't work, come on, see for yourself
You call yourself a wolf, but you turned out to be a sheep
It's clear your grandfather was a servant in Tindouf
You're not a liar, okay, no alliances
You said you didn't listen to the track, but you're lying to me, you memorized it
Psychotropic for you, this rapper is full of hate
A little bit of liquid, he wants to act tough
If your children's children asked you, you'd still be ashamed
Come on, pull out a diss track, and change its name
Or if one day you see me, tell them I cured you
You hang out with losers, Moro is blood in the veins
When I heard you talking, I smelled the scent of misery
He told you I wouldn't wash, your wound will only get bigger
And when your wound festers, even cauterization won't heal you
Go ask the psychiatrist why sleep still hasn't come to me
And I'll bury you in the desert, because the earth won't accept me
I wanted to say dog, I wanted to say poodle
But I respected the dogs, my friend, my heart wouldn't let me
My friend, don't cry, don't say you don't love me
I'm the bread of the house, and I'm not angry with you
Schizo-dick brake, his rap is bipolar
I'll put it in your mouth, fill your molar with it
A storyteller from the street, go, we don't live in the same solar system
Your owner will also bark, like a donkey on [?]
MC [?] did it, where were you last week
Hey Socrates, you don't understand math
You want to compete with the son of Quatre, with that Taoujtate
I know what's going on, I'll make you feel the pain
Nympho in rap, and a sado maso gets satisfied
Just ask the cripple, what will you understand, dick
Like a submissive whore, run after her to come back
You'll still be crawling, not a bad trip, dude
I know you're a copy of Quatre, Moro, one prototype
I was nice to you, so you could move that jaw
Come on, go swim now, get dressed and shoot a video

Haha ha! Go, you loser, get dressed, shower and shoot a video
I gave you the blank, go, there's nothing left in you to extract
Your dick is riding in a red taxi now, run
(Skizo About to get that Moula)