Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moussa, artist - MHD. Album song 19, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.09.2018
Record label: Artside
Song language: French
Moussa(original) |
| Un p’tit des quartiers Nord |
| Le p’tit qu’on kiff à mort |
| Un vrai talent la balle au pied, mais veut la street d’abord |
| Moussa se laisse engrener, c’qu’il préfère c’est zoner |
| Il veut l’statut d’Zé Pequeno mais sans finir comme Béné |
| Mauvaises fréquentation, le foot c'était sa passion |
| Il enchaîne les conneries, on l’voit plus trop à la maison |
| Changement d’attitude, première garde à vue |
| Une mère qui pleure le soir, son dernier fils est encore dans la rue |
| Dernier d’une grande famille, c’est ses frères qui tiennent le rrain-te |
| Aller-retour en prison, Moussa ne les voyait jamais |
| Un père restait trop silencieux, qui n’demandait qu'à Dieu de lui donner |
| enfants pieux |
| Moussa, Moussa, Moussa |
| Laisse tes soucis dehors |
| Moussa, Moussa, Moussa |
| Y’a Maman qui s’endort |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Hey, on ne vit qu’une fois, on ne meurt qu’une fois |
| Moussa ferme l’appart, peut-être la dernière fois |
| Les journées s’enchaînent, c’est toujours la même |
| Avec le quartier voisin, c’est toujours la guerre |
| Personne pour raisonner dans les deux camps ça parle de fierté |
| Les p’tits veulent s’en mêler, pour un rien des futilités |
| Des histoires inconnus, Moussa voulait la rue, ce soir la il aurait tout eu |
| C’est la bêtise de trop, personne pour stopper l’autre et quand la cible n’est |
| pas là les innocents en payent les pots |
| Des coups de feu retentissent, un quartier en larme |
| Ce soir Moussa rentrera pas |
| Moussa, Moussa, Moussa |
| Laisse tes soucis dehors |
| Moussa, Moussa, Moussa |
| Y’a Maman qui s’endort |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Moussa, Moussa, Moussa |
| Laisse tes soucis dehors |
| Moussa, Moussa, Moussa |
| Y’a Maman qui s’endort |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| (translation) |
| A little of the northern districts |
| The little one we love to death |
| A real talent with the ball on his feet, but wants the street first |
| Moussa lets himself mesh, what he prefers is to zone out |
| He wants the status of Zé Pequeno but without ending up like Béné |
| Bad attendance, football was his passion |
| He goes on bullshit, we don't see him at home anymore |
| Change of attitude, first police custody |
| A mother who cries at night, her youngest son is still on the street |
| Last of a large family, it is his brothers who hold the rrain-te |
| Round trip to prison, Moussa never saw them |
| A father remained too silent, who only asked God to give him |
| pious children |
| Musa, Musa, Musa |
| Leave your worries outside |
| Musa, Musa, Musa |
| There's Mom falling asleep |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Hey, you only live once, you only die once |
| Moussa closes the apartment, maybe the last time |
| The days follow one another, it's always the same |
| With the neighboring district, it's always war |
| No one to reason on both sides it's about pride |
| The little ones want to get involved, for nothing of trivialities |
| Unknown stories, Moussa wanted the street, tonight he would have had it all |
| It's stupidity too much, no one to stop the other and when the target is |
| not there the innocents pay the pots |
| Shots ring out, a neighborhood in tears |
| Tonight Moussa won't come home |
| Musa, Musa, Musa |
| Leave your worries outside |
| Musa, Musa, Musa |
| There's Mom falling asleep |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Musa, Musa, Musa |
| Leave your worries outside |
| Musa, Musa, Musa |
| There's Mom falling asleep |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |
| Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala |