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Boombadeing [Remix] [English translation]
Boombadeing [Remix] [English translation]
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Boombadeing [Remix] [English translation]

[Mokobé]

When I get home, it go in the pit

Call me "Salt" I'm at all sauces

We're a mixture of conscious, of social case

We make the jealousy like stripes on a gamos

Behind a PC everyone has guts

It criticism but face to face it's the same who tremble

Rinse your mouth before you pronounce our names

Don't feel like a boss, there's only the walls that you shave

Nominated to B.E.T, yes yes!

I have too many connections: call me "Wi-Fi"

The music a long distance race: I'm a Kenyan

If love is in the meadow, the pleasant are on the Champs

Don't play the fool, you're not too nasty

You think you cut, you're not even sharp

Brah in your intestines

If Marine stops politics, I do the same haircut than Louis Nicollin

[Dry]

The bullets that no one dodge: those of the Most High

If we are holding the reins, you, you pull the sled

The guys excel at deception: thats their niche

At too play the ace we ends on the floor

I put KO to eat broken tiles

Dodged for a bit bars, that due to my Seleção

Foot to the floor against the grain in one way

When the experts saw us as vigilantes to Prix-Unique

I fuck the beneficial because there's too much the losses for pay our seniors

My street on all waves, certainly

Come celebrate the funeral of the genius in the sound

When my rhymes splash of talent the opposition

My life is just a flash in the pan, where impatience is the wick

Instead of take a look I put the nose of the brolic in the breach

With us it's the bowl when you dared

If we make you a flower, on your grave we will sprinkle

[Orelsan]

Question: If I'm drunk, why it's the middle of the afternoon?

Why my only desire is to put the sails, steer me away from here?

My chick understands anything, I have the feeling to fuck Siri

This man is the Devil himself: never listen to what he says!

If you know who I am, you can call me Jimmy

You can find me on the air, on brunettes, blondes

You can call me whatever you want, but it's not sure that I answer

Nobody will call when I'll have nothing on my accounts

I'm the effect of the first cigarette of the day

Each new batch, I watch the heads turn

I have fresh verses for my sub-gifted

The jealous people will still lose some beads

The guys come in clips overlooked

Disappear two years later, the stained honor

In concert in all cities: I come see your sisters wet

Only heavyweight on the remix, big up to all truckers!

[Youssoupha]

I'm in a trip bomba-bombadeing

Bomayé Musik has the guts for a crazy fight

Let me greet my West Africans: How are you!

And I hear screaming all your staff "but how it explose!"

Prim's Parolier in guest

Fuck discipline, dude force is in the gesture!

You can't test, there's no abnormality

And if the jealous lose weight, the rap game is Somalia

The microphone we mania it with de-de-dexterity

They banished us as of the-the-the-the disinherited

They drive us dirty, come here: truths-truths-truths-truths truths

Woth recklessly, with severely

I love when the family sees us shining on plasmas

One love to Mali, I place a ticket on the DIASMA

Sometimes I think back to our land and I'm too dreamy

We don't care of their comments: Africa For Ever!

[L.E.C.K.]

No need to put glasses, I'll give you my perspective

Triumphal, comma, it's the pointy future

Sheitan is too hot, I must digress from him

So write when the sun falls: obviously it hurt me

High-end generation

Audemars-Piguet, Jordan

Chemical, lungs too grimey, emptied bodies

I make "rètètè" Must see the penalty

Nah, I have not touchéo! I just did the chorea of Michel Teló!

I love my chicks, the heads-heads in the courtyard

Jealousy don't feel me, I don't give the brand of the deodorant

I put my flak in the neighborhood before the district kill me

I prefer a guardian of peace sister than another who cash in hand goals

Raise your compet b-boy, do your sleight

There's only the mountains and the legs of a prostitute that not intersect

Don't lights your reefer, I go away, me

Bring me your young talent, we'll see if I don't wrinkle him!

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Mokobé
  • country:France
  • Languages:French
  • Genre:Hip-Hop/Rap
  • Wiki:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mokob%C3%A9
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