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Gràcies a vosaltres.
Conelli aixiric, tàhiààààààà!
Ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja
Gràcies.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Gràcies.
Fins demà!
Gràcies.
Fins demà! Fins demà!
Gràcies.
شعبي شعب الحرية والنفوس الزاكية بهجة أهل الحامية وعز الأم الأبي ثوار نحن ثوار رح نبقى دوماً أحرار بلدارني مع أصرار ثوار نحن أحرار
Gràcies.
Inshallah, que tu cosecha sea propiciada. Inshallah, todos los tuyos estén bien. Inshallah, nunca le temas a la vida. Y que amen en lugar de amen. Inshallah, todos tus sueños se hagan realidad. Inshallah, no te dejen en el arcén.
Inshallah que la mentira se rinda a la verdad y que amen en lugar de amen. Y que los cuerpos mutilados y los niños masacrados valgan más que su tierra prometida. Penocidio consentido, condenados al olvido, estado terrorista, homicida.
Yala, que tus heridas sanen algún día. Yala, te quede algo que perder. Yala, que los culpables paguen por sus fechorías y que amen el lugar de amen.
Inshallah, los asesinos nunca vuelvan a dormir Inshallah, que la culpa les consuma hasta los huesos Inshallah, que les resulte insoportable sentir Inshallah, que les perdamos el miedo Inshallah, que tu cosecha sea propiciar
Inshallah, todos los tuyos estén bien. Inshallah, nunca le temas a la vida. Que amen el lugar de amen. Que los cuerpos mutilados y los niños masacrados valgan más que su tierra prometida.
Penocidio consentido, condenados al olvido, estado sionista, homicida. Inshallah, todos tus sueños se hagan realidad. Inshallah, no te dejen en el arce. Inshallah, que la mentira se rinda a la verdad y que amen el lugar.
Fins demà!
Bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé, bé.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Mama, I have bad news. I was stuck in the elevator with this hot chick. Sit down, Mama, sit down. Because your son fell in love with the G.
Her skin is white.
The elevator, no electricity Between us, there was electricity Was it meant to be? Could she be the one? Her name is not Janey But she's got a gun Do I speak Hebrew a bit hard for me? Yes, I have a dime, you got a job for me? Does she speak Arabic? She said a word or two What if your batukhaq means freeze or I should She felt suffocated I felt that the elevator is bigger than my house House, she felt sweaty So she got ready and she changed her blouse
I had to make a move soon Looks better on you The green don't suit you She was cool She made a move too She said without the sniper lens You look cute too I'm in love with it too I'm in love with it too Her skin is white
At the elevator, we faced some nightmares. She shared her dreams and I shared. She wanna be a pilot, search the sky. My dream is not to be searched. Every time I fly, be ambitious, she said. If you want, it's not a legend. Her telseret while standing on the balcony. For she's all I said.
I'ma use that sang soon as they allow me to build a balcony. Build a house, invite you to my room. Play and talk. I will take you to heaven. All she heard was boom and heaven. I said 69, she heard 67. All I wanna make a sweet love. But if you wanna make tough love too. For a change can I be the one to handcuff you? Oh!
I feel in love with you. Her skin is white and my skin is brown. She was going up, up, I was going down. I'm in love with you. I feel in love with you. Her skin is white and my skin is brown. She was going up, up, I was going down.
L'MMA ANA ACHCY WHIYA TAHCY, AYOOA, BITHIB L'ARAB, HIYA ALATLI BILAHZE MOTAIM ELBLADI SEMATLI, MSICAT MASHARI, ILAKA MA'IKE BIDI ABNI, HACATLI, WANA BIDI IAKTIBNI, MSICAT SHARI, FI MADANA WIYAKE BNILTEI, LMA SHIGUAL ARAB, YABIDAW, L'AHTILAL YENTILI AMIN LABANILLA, AMIN LABANILLA, AMIN LABANILLA, AMIN LABANILLA
Fins demà!
In our lifetime we will be free. One day when the light shines we will be free. In our lifetime we will be free. And they can bury us, but they will find out we are seeds born.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
I'm a ringer to the sea. I'm a ringer to the sea. I'm a ringer to the sea.
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
What happened to us?
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
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Fins demà!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Raja'u li'ia'ha, d'afjta'ha l'baït l'mosara'a, bada'a t'ar'qus m'a'ha. Shrek'i haia, bada'aglap l'ahia'na'na'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n'a'n
Anà kètabti l'quassàit, anà banyet l'medàfè, anà m'unca n'è a crèè, m'a esmèch l'a guérin'u i-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi.
Fins ara!
Estil Rahman Al Shanti can't leave Gaza, but that hasn't kept the 11-year-old's talent for spitting lyrics. Can I live, can I live? Can I live, can I live, yeah? Can I live, can I live? I'm just a young Gaza kiddo.
Can I live, can I live? Can we live, can we live, yeah? Can I live, can I live? I'm just tryna do it big, yeah. Young guy's a kid and I came with the cold flow. Rap all day and my friends think I'm loco. See me outside and he wanna take my photo. Yeah, I'm in the photo spinning like a yo-yo. Yeah, I got plans to grow up. My future's so bright, they hating so up. My music's so loud, the police showed up.
Then we turn the back up. We just tryna have a good time. A good life gotta get mine. MC, yeah, I kick rhymes. Philistine, yeah, I'm big time. Can I live, can I live? Can I live, can I live, yeah? Can I live, can I live? I'm just a young as a kiddo. Can I live, can I live? Can we live, can we live, yeah?
Bona nit. Bona nit.
لفيت كل المدن والهند والصين وخليت راسي فوق وما نزلت عيني ومهما علي قسط أيامك يدهر يكفين كل الفخر إني فلسطيني
هو عالمجوز ندبك ونطيح فلسطينية منطيح أو روسانا بالعالالهي هو يا جاب الميه الزكريح أو مين احنا؟ هو عزتنا؟ هو مين احنا؟
هوروسنا بالعلى الهيب يا دبل ما يهزك ريح قوم الاحدود لا الاحدود كل شي برفيك الي عود
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Fins demà! Fins demà! Fins demà! Fins demà!
الوبعون الله منصوري هو يا جبل ميه الزكري هو مين احنا هو عزتنا هو مين احنا والكرامة هو روسنا بالعالالي يا جبل ميه الزكري
Fins demà!
حيث يعزف ويغني بشكل منفرد ويلحن جميع الأغاني في هذه المجموعة وهي الثانية حسب التسلسل
دي الجرمح بعودة ازاي؟ هيا فلسطين وانتو يا ناشامة مني؟ هيا فلسطين دي الجرمح بعودة ازاي؟ هيا فلسطين وانتو يا ناشامة مني؟ هيا فلسطين واحنا شبابك فلسطين هيا فلسطين واني عم واني عمتين
Hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei, hei
Hei hei يا فلسطين Hei hei يا فلسطين Hei hei يا فلسطين Hei hei يا فلسطين Hei hei يا فلسطين Hei hei يا فلسطين
Fins demà!
Aqsem l'amien l'arrem, hedd d'à aixemad sa'adàt. Aqsem l'amien l'arrem, hedd d'à aixemad sa'adàt. Estanfar al-Nassur, t'aggem' al-Nassur, t'aggem' al-Nassur. T'aggem' al-Maslumat. Aqsem l'amien l'arrem, hedd d'à aixemad sa'adàt. Aqsem l'amien l'arrem, hedd d'à aixemad sa'adàt. Aqsem l'amien l'arrem, hedd d'à aixemad sa'adàt. Aqsem l'amien l'arrem, hedd d'à aixemad sa'adàt. Aqsem l'amien l'arrem, hedd d'à a
Fui d'èèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèè!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
كان الخبر الأول في كل الإذاعات كتائب أبو عليك تحترف الإغتيالات
Fins demà!
Gràcies.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
These times are coming. We told you about them, but you motherfuckers were sleeping. Now you gotta wake up. The time has come. Low key. Yeah. Immortal technique. Harlem, motherfucker. Let's make history.
From West Thames to the West Bank I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with my left hand Never worked for a Zionist, never been a yes man My heart is like Rembrandt painting pictures of death cams That average person is allergic to the words of wisdom This is for everyone of Saddam's Kurdish murder victims And all the pure souls that never had the choice to speak
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
You can try to avoid us, but it's pointless You can never avoid the voices of the voices Keep my third eye hidden under my New York fitted A crazy unmarried man that deserves to be committed The future is encrypted in my troubled lyrics Dream that I've been somewhere for weeks And wake up in a couple minutes Sweat dripping with visions of population control Thoughts overthrowing my world like the melting of the North Pole
My people are targeted by military crack committees So I'm bucking at the feds like natives in Rapid City Reality Savage, my words are like a riot in Paris The voice of the voiceless, that voice is social and balanced So stand strong or sit harder in your mental palace Blinded inside the kingdom, united to its old habits Middle passage coming, war chant, African drumming Gatlin gun humming, rapid fire mechanism Reckless living at checks, the rhythm of perfectionism Slave condition, why you sing it? God save the system
Fins demà!
Detain my body but you can't imprison my mind If it's my time I'll probably die with my fist in the sky These are the thoughts of a man who can't escape from his coma Cries of a young virgin girl who got raped by them soldiers Burnting a screaming bastard post-colonial nation Subject to childhood diseases, famine, war and inflation Education moulded you into your master's image And you forgot who the fuck you were before the war was written
I'm hearing the ghosts of Nagasaki, you're hearing Hiroshima Beautiful babies being born with the weirdest features You might never see me in the chart But inshallah my seed can see peace in Iran But peace and freedom can never be given That's historically forbidden Cause only collision is the recipe Changing the course of destiny So I'm strapping weaponry Cause the government don't give a fuck about protecting me
You can try to avoid us, but it's pointless. You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless. You can try to avoid us, but it's pointless. You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless.
Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Fins demà! Fins demà!
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
Fins ara!
Gràcies.
Fins demà!
Una altra nachta amb l'endem barricades i d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d'aix d
Fins demà!