Halla Halla [English translation]

It is Sopra M' Baba, ambulant bordélique for the guys from below

Flow brought forward for the guys who do not understand that this comes from Massilia

Dedicated to Psy4tra, dedicated in Swija, dedicated in M.I.N.O and in MISS L.E.A

Who said to you that the guys of blocks were not civilized? (Oh...)

Who said to you that the guys of blocks did not know how to have a good time? (Oh...)

A mic and of baffles, a pair of Nike crosses me, beat and low

That I drop leading stages for the brave men who off-load blocks to listen of the rap

(Warm, scalding heat)

The north quarters are all in the place

(Warm, scalding heat)

The natives of Marseilles take all place

They want of the animal rap, normal MC that feel pain in you

My rap listens in prides

Yours in gay-prides

I barely took the mic which you begin making the shahad

Normal I ballade my rhyme, me ballade in hit parades

So-Pra-Ano for the guys whom they put in the prison cell

However the guys they force it to carry the big life of a guy of the ghetto

Bédo in the mouth very early, a mother who lies down very late

A father no more with control of a son who will finish in the jail

Subway, work and beddy-byes, it is what is the life of the ghetto

Therefore let me heat my potos

To make po-po-po-po-po-po-po-po

Catch the sky with your fingers, and make with me " Eh ho " (Eh ho...)

Forget all your galleys and sing with me " Eh eh ho " (Eh eh ho...)

Hey shh! The fowl listens

Attorney them that they all do them bowls to

That they prove them that the crowd is not there to be cool

All world standing nothing to do

Draw the cannon, they fasten it to you

Everybody aims, all world in cheek

Everybody makes "Boum "

It is Sopra M' Baba for the socially disadvantaged persons

Which did not cease squatting in network (Sopra M' Baba...)

Which come to make scissors, to earn the season of the French rap (Sopra M' Baba...)

Too much broken down to make you think, but to have a danse (Sopra M' Baba...)

In always the phrasé for the too sun-tanned shaven skulls (what...)

Who thought that the rap had died, looks at Beep before

Ask Link Up, What For how goes their discs?

Your children fight the balls of your singers of pop

They listen to Tandem, Psy4, Sefyu and my man Sinik

They want that this kick, they want true artists

They want not of your variety of **** which knocks each other about of G-strings

Not mediatized, but organized to make some money

Nothing to do that they advance together, even if it means taking risks

For the guys of blocks it is " Aye aye aye ah - ah "

For the quarters of France it is " Aye aye aye ah - ah "

For the natives of Marseilles it is " Aye aye aye ah - ah "

And if love you not it is Aye aye aye ah - ah "