Brother, life plays tricks on you, avoids the arms of the sheitan

Rolala, avoids the arms of the seitan

And in the oven, we have everything, it's like culiacon

Rolala, it's like culiacon

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

Over time, I lose friends but I see who the real

If it sounds busy, it's because I'm in sharp

I put harbat selek when it smells bad

There are those who talk too much and those who do sorrel

There's nothing left to tter-gra, wear your balls and your glock

Here, no one will help you, I'm in a los-ki transaction

I can't hug you in the back, there's a way out

For v'-esqui la que-ba, for v'-esqui the que-ba

I'm coming to port, like a breaker, you won't see me

In your city, you make more noise than a rs3

The little ones in my house are more than vegeta

Tell me about biff, all your nonsense does not interest me

Brother, life plays tricks on you, avoids the arms of the sheitan

Rolala, avoids the arms of the seitan

And in the oven, we have everything, it's like culiacon

Rolala, it's like culiacon

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

A slap, two slaps, three taffes, brothers, I'm to the west

Ten bullets, twenty bullets, thirty balls, the guitar comes from the east

Every time the capo returns, they flip their jackets

We don't mix too much when we're there and the rest

It's fashionable to make money, it's old-fashioned to have balls

We make the straight line on a wheel, we go clubbing, nobody searches us

The daronnes are used to the 'akha', the last vision of a scale will be an araï helmet

Tijuana, marijuana, don't call me, I left

You betrayed me, you weren't there, you're not blood anymore, that's life

There are salesmen, there are carts, you, you are a fake, you envy me

You betrayed me, you weren't there, you're not blood anymore, that's life

Brother, life plays tricks on you, avoids the arms of the sheitan

Rolala, avoids the arms of the seitan

And in the oven, we have everything, it's like culiacon

Rolala, it's like culiacon

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes

You're a snug, you're not from us, yes