Take this mahshi suit and deliver it to your aunt
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insult them? |
Mayar?
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Your aunt Mervat, Wade, is not Mayar
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Mervat, ah
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I went out in the morning to deliver a stuffed suit to my aunt
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Vine leaves, bell peppers, cherries, and savory
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The first time I went down the street, I got out of the traffic
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Between each one and one, Lord have mercy
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Why is this crowding? |
Is there a limit for meat distribution?
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I looked in my watch, I found two, oh save me from disasters
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An hour of staff fans and the exit of all schools
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It's crowded and there is no mercy, and it's all on the Clax Dice
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Pasty sounds in some, the highest of which is the whistle of the sissy
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Come back, captain!
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I have to find a punch, a short, short way
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I pray abusive arbitrary myself I arrive in a blink of an eye
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The first road of Talbieh and Helmy to Manial is the origin of
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Before the mahshi is spurted out in the suit and my whole day is wasted
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Cutting the rope of my thoughts
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I came to ride in it, he told me that I am coming to lunch and hit a stone
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My heart is breaking, this is me dying better than I'm better waiting
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He came to me and ate a quarter of the suit, and his song was amazed
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Ride me, hit the quarter, take a fare, and sprinkle carrot peppers
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All the way he eats a stitch in a saba' stuffed in a stitch
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He broke a hundred Arab mirrors and cursed instead of apologizing
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Black day, stuffed broth in my stone, bring me down, O Usta
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Oh Prince, what were you running by God?
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Your house for your cold house
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Stuffed suit, stuffed suit for my aunt
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Your aunt Mervat, Mervat is not Mayar
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You don't like, get down and get a taxi
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As long as Prince Oy in yourself
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last time customers
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I got off the corner and got into a microbus to Giza
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It says Prince of the Nights and its mixture is delicious
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Sis was driving and surrounded in Khorram and Dana Barizah
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And the length of his braided others instinctively filth
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I rode next to him and said, What is in your lap, Captain?
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I said it was stuffed, I told you to bring a sabaa or a hut
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Raised the freshness of the sun, his eyes are red and his shape is riveted
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He bears his hands in the suit while he sings and hums
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He flips the stuffing with his hands, snorts it and sniffs
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He said, I don't eat, this is a lying folder that must be heated
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Come here, son of my father, Yusefendi. He has done so well
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He eats and dart drowned me, I remained sitting sluggish
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No matter how far away the seed flies, it falters in me, as if it were singed
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And we got to the situation, I came down and said take a cheek, you will be happy
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Give the fare, oh, I will open a folded paper for you and go crazy
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Did you speak this, O Usta?
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Ah, Qedh, Qdda, Qdda
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And you don't know how to work with me
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My lips chapped from standing in the sun
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The Manial bus is my dream, my ambition and what I wish
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The first thing I saw was the joy of one inside a paradise
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A little while ago, I discovered that it was impossible to be insulted
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From the crowd, people from the door, from the door, from the crowd, a box of sardines
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Have mercy on us, O stabilizer of reason and religion
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I pulled his insides from the slitting cutter, and I stuck in Dahr Waliyah
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Huge and stubborn and drew a slanderous sound
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And at the top of her voice, a young man who harassed me followed me
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All people caught in my throat, you say I fell into my enemies
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If I were in a section, they would have given me a chance to give my words
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And in the middle of Al-Zaita in Bass, I found Al-Kusari, and he hit the rest
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Harban with the rest, a hundred pounds I gave him and paralyzed my organs
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A young man flipped through the bus door with the rest
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Suddenly I didn't find the suit, I screamed and said, "Where are my things?"
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I saw one of them came down with a monster and determined to do the rest
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I really hated this human being, a demagogue
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I wish you were any other creature, land or aquatic
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Suddenly I convulsed and started to shriek with chemical beatings
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chemical multiplication
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I'm going down to deliver a stuffed suit to my aunt
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Your aunt Mervat Mervat is not Mayar
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Someone, my son, goes down at the dawn
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I wish you had shrimp lobster or caviar
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I took off Malt, standing in Bass by the sidewalk
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Traffic systems under the summer sun
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Bawe and Akaki, Bjri and Anunu watches
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And people click on the street like a swallow
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Swallow costume
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Swallow costume
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Ahhh Swallow |