Текст и перевод песни SYC - END

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Aka Syc chkoun li m3aya
La3eb ghir bdha7k mayhem chkoun rabe7
S7abi bneya tgoul nchouf f mraya
Jamais ntalfou trig 7na kberna
F railla
Ak m3aya bro
Illégal produit f sac a dos
Khssara jamais kanet f'planing M3aya wled jeld y3adhoh
Nta ana Khouya el sghir La ma bghitou yemchi fi trigi
Ghedwa el'chi li ydirlbare7 kan amana f'yedi
Chitan Gdami dh3if ykhafni ygouli wech dani
3aref Koul'chi fiha fani ba9i ghir moulaha
Bye bye la musica Fewetnaha mli7a w'mor
La legend assamina Compioner f L'Afrique du Nord
D3awin el'char fina D3awi Elkhir fwaldina
La ma diri rassk frassi Mazalk Sghir bambina
Tghina fhadh la vida tghina a Man
M3icha ghir weed calmer sahbi Wtfout salamat
Yeah
Sif Ali zouj ryous madhi Flow Sayeg Velo ygalab caddy
Jina derna l rap identity Heta li Nroh t7assou b9imti santé
Bondi weld l7ey 3adi à piller Gate3 el'chantier
Jwan f toba wnad7ak 3la Li Der klash w yssenani nrepondi
Rouler rouler rouler el'tabac Ga3 Ma 3rafna el'ra7a dima trabajo
Beethoven ga3 ma nesma3 bla bla
Khelihom ykamlou yetfahmo nji ngalab el'tabla
Ok Good bye Boys
Nta ana Khouya el sghir la ma bghitou yemchi fi trigi
Ghedwa el'chi li ydir lbare7 kan Amana f'yedi
Chitan gedami dh3if ykhafni ygouli wech dani
3aref Koul'chi fiha fani ba9i ghir moulaha yeah
Awah ana nro7 AWA beats

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Who's with me, also known as Syc?
Just playing with my laughter, who's the winner?
My friends, the girls, say to look in the mirror
We'll never lose our way, we've grown up
In the street
Bro is with me
Illegal product in my backpack
Loss was never in my plans, with me, the bold son, counting them
You and I, little brother, when they didn't want to go my way
Tomorrow what will order me can be trusted in my hands
Satan's steps are weak, he scares me, telling me what he's up to
Aware of everything in it, I remain without a owner
Bye bye to music, we've filled it with milk and dates
The legend of our names, Champions of North Africa
Our prayers are answered, our prayers are fulfilled
If you don't make yourself happy, you're still a little girl
Sing in this life, sing, my man
Just living, smoking some weed to calm down man, Fuck it all and peace out
Yeah
Ali with two heads back then, the flow sweeps, beats the caddy
We brought our rap identity, until we die, feel our health
Bondi, son of the street, ready to pillage, break the construction site
Hungry in straw, and you're there when there's a clash, I'll wait and answer
Roll, roll, roll the tobacco, mother, we don't know how to rest, always working
Beethoven, mother, let's hear no blah blah
Let them finish understanding, I'll come and take the table
Ok Good bye Boys
You and I, little brother, when they didn't want to go my way
Tomorrow what will order me can be trusted in my hands
Satan's steps are weak, he scares me, telling me what he's up to
Aware of everything in it, I remain without a owner yeah
Now I'm going to miss AWA beats