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Sampai Bil Beats ได้เขียนบันทึกใหม่: MYSA - "Le Sale Boulot" - Prod by Sampai // ENGLISH TRANSLATION.
18 กันยายน 2013 เวลา 5:12 น. ·
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what i'm going to do there, don't believe that it will be a habit
I am not these unhappy ones which thinks by youtube/
addresses an ultimate letter to the rabble
because the desire for being useful justifies the worthy facing pugnaciously
in the heart one ounce of unfinished, my work must stop on this text
yes the end is so brutal without leaving of suspense
the large mouths will widen, the jealous ones will grow bigger
considering the monkeys leave the zoo, maybe we're going to sell them to the circus
to poach'em, big up to our erudite primates
pomade to the victimization, they grimace by the moment it sells
that made the wûdû with vodka bottles in their videos
call upon iblis, shares the profits the shares in team
on which side are those skyzophrenes enemies of their father
African youth makes a refusal of reference mark
I have nausea for humanity, since this world darkens
one follows death flat belly, I am not that the shade of a zombie/
and one clutches oneself on the BHL channel
unconsciously, one finances all their wars in VHF/
subjected, with pope FDJ, rabbi BNP
to the sheik BMW, one puts our faith on PLV/
it is ugly, hard to acknowledge that the ground is defected burst
since the human one does not swear any more by God but in the name of Elvis
I will not remake you the rap of the time on the states, you already know the gang/
paedophiles in Morocco in Thailand like Jack Lang/
all is poor even the sounds of the time
the only classic, it is that the truth is right of your pals
the same song since the night of times, dabble soundtrack /
little brother, it is nothing, this life damaged us so much
the wave of the dounia will certainly swallow you
that you would be in Paris or Tamanrasset so much uniformity, to believe itself in conformity
with the human rights is to be authorized to fornicate
between the epidemics, the angry enemy firms
I face their demons in the worst of my nights
God gave a father, a mother, brothers and sisters
Satan destroys the families, be careful not to lock up you alone my friend
fled the memories in a bag of dust / stifling nostalgia, and a share of you yields
it is a message from the heart, niya for those which know me well
one all will pass there, to be judged, here nothing will be left but the boat runs and the music continues....
and the sailor gives has some fun, he lies, he kills
then he caricatures us, because we think to pray, better having a prayer mat than a machine to make money
each human feels the pressure in this globe at two fingers to explode
even in a context of war we must be posed and calm
you still didn't understood the devil is everywhere, triumph by the low blows, puts on the side the culprits
How count the death of a Syrian faced to an American life ?
each war criminal is adulated, we invite'em in Paris !!
the hospitals of countryside, become city ones
and the Zionists via the media launches hostile chronicles
they make us be ridicule, represent us by servile puppets
incompetents to realize of the weight of their wretched service
what definite concept of a “terrorrist act”? /
except the origin of it's supposed protagonist…/


I have to do the dirty job
in spite of me I have to do the dirty job
I have to do the dirty job
I have to do the dirty job


People of France hiding in a violent dumbness
in less than 20 years Paris will be a nudist camp
yes, when I say this kind of thing that crushes the proud one
crumple the hedonist one which passed by this kind of place
I know, I do not have the softness of a collection of poems
Afflicted if this rap becomes the shelf of your dreams
Stop the plans on comet, i already know dishonest censorship
and when they strike, one is caught them on the knobtears of blood, I face armies of others lobbys/
and haters in rap...it's been years they copy me
try to make 1 quarter of this one and even only in black and white
everybody is going to speak of this missile I leave stopping my career
anyway...that each ounce of pride disappears from our hearts
I do not want the role of arrogant, nor even the jacket of mocker
this art was born with a chronic disease...I saw it...
kind like a child that one sees growing too quickly
disappointed...while remaining fixed on the step of the door
I did not want to dye as the king of the pop
to make me accuse, they wouldn't need an army of evidence
they would make me be a terrorrist without a weapon in my jacket
you have to know that if these days a muslim is a pariah
it's because he keep saying the word “God” is invariable
it's not a war of religion, just a laic war
who leaves room only to impostors like Gilles Bernheim/
if you think to help or that you help to think
that puts in alarm certain services of the French state this implicit indictment inquisitor/
would like to make of you only one disciple down here, just an invisible visitor...
when sorcery beats full sound, your preferred rapper
writing its chorus, by holding the hand of a death unearthed
you're far from imagining what happens in this game
you're in space time if you do not know what hides in secret...
I will not return in the sordid one, to avoid the details morbid,
psychiatry will inherit the wrecksand
the biz goes on like the wheels of a burst ambulance
the weight of the mislaid children and their opulence took on demoniac possession,
which you take for charisma
collect your bags, leave them to the devil
which interest to run ?? to be number 1
when the world blazes up and you see smoke far away
by hiding behind a burnt youth/
They have difficulty to be repurchased before programmed obsolescence
They want to run away without rowing too much, they like the life on earth too much/
some want to reach tops by glorifying the illicit one
to be integrated while being forgotten, isn't this loose ? /
to be assimilated until resurrecting slavery? /
whoever you are, they put you into illusory dreams
all is skewed till' the morning classes to the evening movie
we make the world again with the value of things, not with values
to look after itself with appearances is to inject an amount of misfortune
there's no economic crisis, just belief ones
you think i'm your worst enemy because you refuse to see
that here, we are just good only to be the laboratory rats
in experiments like the "Merah" business
I don't expect support of anybody, your consensuses irritate me
we don't understand those ministers anymore, who don't have any more any limits
a crescent number of islamophobe wants us to carry the cowards star
protects your wife if she wants to carry the veil
each one its pangs, each one got its maçonnique republic /
the rebels will pay like Stanley Kubrick, Malcom X
the one thinking he's the angel of death, who doesn't care you return the heart, tell him
there no shahada for an insane who sell haram/
They puts themselves barechested when it's cold outside
that they make their tomfooleries in Maghreb, it will be the death penalty
how much rappers say in “off”, that all that deserves slaps
but the truth falls again the music of the numbers...


I have to do the dirty job
in spite of me I have to do the dirty job
I have to do the dirty job
I have to do the dirty job


To all the kids about speak about clash, there's nothing to do about that with me,
I have nothing to gain, no Cd's to sell, no tee-shirt, no buzz to make...
And I am not even in rap, I stopped a year ago and i can say i feel even better....
I didn't want to do this song...but who was going to do it,
I waited for months but no tongues got loose…
Nobody speaks about the calamities which fall on the listeners and as individuals on the youth,
all that increases in too great scale… And I do not even speak about the catastrophe of the clashes...
But those guys insult your mothers, wish you death, treat you of monkey,
get war weapons and speak about Islam,
use words of the Islamic vocabulary in texts where they are windy and call upon ibliss openly,
where there is not only one sentence without insults, without blasphemy, or arrogance,
in immodest videos full with rites spell-bindings...
Their videos make racism explodes, islamophobie, and don't have anything to envy to CHARLIE HEBDO
but I see anybody offending itself...
Their supposed artistic delirious, and “2nd degree” it's the largest pill which they made you swallowed...
They know very well what they do, there doesn't have any 2nd degree, it is pure satanism....
When one insults your parents in the street ?? he doesn't have a 2nd degree.
When one blasphemes, there is no 2nd degree.
It's your little brothers, your children, your little sisters whom they deprave…
and you know that the teenagers take the rap too much seriously...
These people contribute to the destruction of the values of the society, of family, of religion...
I spoke about the worst but they are so many more…
And I can see you with your polemics...
As soon as an opinion is given, you're supposed to beg a clashor, hater, looking for buzz or whatever.....
That proves at which point you are virtualized, shifted from realities of the citizens,
and at which point this country is about to sink in an implicit but desired ambient debility…
Anyway...my point is to shake the few listeners who can still awake.
If you give don't care ?? it's that it's not intended to you...
The unreasonable passioned ones will inevitably defend their “idols” body and hearts...
Do not jut remind from this song, just the lines about rappers…
Thank you for your listening...
Peace on you all...

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9 +1Sampai Bil เต้นได้เขียนบันทึกใหม่: ผลิตภัณฑ์ MYSA - "ขายเลอ Boulot" - โดย Sampai / / ภาษาอังกฤษแปล18 กันยายน 2013 เวลา 5:12 น.. · http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=4ZfARUmITLM&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D4ZfARUmITLM%26feature%3Dyoutu.be&app=desktop สิ่งที่ฉันกำลังไปทำ ไม่เชื่อว่า มันจะเป็นนิสัยฉันไม่ได้คนเหล่านี้ไม่มีความสุขซึ่งคิด โดย youtube /ตัวอักษรที่ดีที่สุดเพื่อ rabble อยู่เนื่องจากความต้องการประโยชน์จัดชิดน่าจะหัน pugnaciouslyในการระดับหนึ่งออนซ์ของยังไม่เสร็จ งานต้องหยุดในข้อความนี้ใช่ท้ายไม่โหดร้ายเพื่อออกของใจจดใจจ่อจะขยายปากใหญ่ คนอิจฉาจะเติบโตใหญ่พิจารณาลิงปล่อยสัตว์ บางทีเรากำลังจะไปขายคณะละครสัตว์ถึง poach'em บิ๊กถึง primates erudite ของเราpomade เพื่อ victimization พวกเขา grimace โดยขณะนี้ได้จำหน่ายที่ทำ wûdû กับขวดวอดก้าในวิดีโอของพวกเขาทูล iblis หุ้นกำไรหุ้นในทีมด้านใดบ้างเหล่าศัตรู skyzophrenes ของพ่อเยาวชนแอฟริกาทำให้ปฏิเสธของเครื่องหมายอ้างอิงมีคลื่นไส้สำหรับมนุษย์ เพราะโลกนี้มืดหนึ่งดังต่อไปนี้ท้องแบนตาย ผมไม่ว่าสีของผีดิบ /และหนึ่ง clutches ตัวบนสถานี BHLรับ หนึ่ง finances สงครามของพวกเขาทั้งหมดใน VHF /ภายใต้ กับสมเด็จพระสันตะปาปา FDJ, rabbi อินโดนีเซียการ sheik BMW หนึ่งวางความเชื่อของเราบน PLV /จึงยากที่จะยอมรับการที่ พื้นดิน defected ต่อเนื่อง น่าเกลียดตั้งแต่มนุษย์ หนึ่งไม่สาบานใด ๆ เพิ่มเติม โดยพระเจ้า แต่ชื่อ ของเอลวิสฉันจะไม่ remake คุณราบเวลาในอเมริกา คุณรู้อยู่แล้วแก๊ง /paedophiles ในประเทศโมร็อกโกในไทยชอบแจ็ค Lang /ทั้งหมดไม่ดีแต่เสียงเวลาการเฉพาะคลาสสิก มันคือความจริงขวาของ pals ของคุณเพลงเดียวกันตั้งแต่คืนครั้ง dabble เพลง /พี่ชายน้อย คืออะไร เสียชีวิตเรามากคลื่นของ dounia แน่นอนจะกลืนคุณว่าคุณจะอยู่ในปารีสหรือ Tamanrasset ใจมาก ตัวเองเชื่อใน conformityสิทธิมนุษยชนเป็นที่จะอนุญาตให้บุมบุมระหว่างโรคระบาด บริษัทศัตรูโกรธฉันหน้าของปีศาจในร้ายของฉันคืนพระเจ้าให้เป็นพ่อ แม่ พี่ ๆซาตานทำลายครอบครัว ระวังไม่ให้ล็อคคุณเพื่อนของฉันคนเดียวหนีความทรงจำในถุงฝุ่น / ยับยั้งความคิดถึง และส่วนแบ่งของผลผลิตเป็นข้อความจากหัวใจ niya ผู้ซึ่งรู้จักผมดีหนึ่งทั้งหมดจะผ่านมี การตัดสิน ที่นี่จะได้ไม่เหลืออะไร แต่ทำงานเรือ และเพลงยังคง...และให้เธอได้สนุก คงอยู่ เขาฆ่าแล้ว เขา caricatures เราเนื่องจากเราคิดว่า การอธิษฐาน มีเสื่อสวดมนต์ดี กว่าเครื่องจักรทำเงินความดันในโลกนี้ที่มือสองลั่นรู้สึกแต่ละบุคคลeven in a context of war we must be posed and calmyou still didn't understood the devil is everywhere, triumph by the low blows, puts on the side the culpritsHow count the death of a Syrian faced to an American life ?each war criminal is adulated, we invite'em in Paris !!the hospitals of countryside, become city onesand the Zionists via the media launches hostile chroniclesthey make us be ridicule, represent us by servile puppetsincompetents to realize of the weight of their wretched servicewhat definite concept of a “terrorrist act”? /except the origin of it's supposed protagonist…/ I have to do the dirty jobin spite of me I have to do the dirty jobI have to do the dirty jobI have to do the dirty job People of France hiding in a violent dumbnessin less than 20 years Paris will be a nudist campyes, when I say this kind of thing that crushes the proud onecrumple the hedonist one which passed by this kind of placeI know, I do not have the softness of a collection of poemsAfflicted if this rap becomes the shelf of your dreamsStop the plans on comet, i already know dishonest censorshipand when they strike, one is caught them on the knobtears of blood, I face armies of others lobbys/and haters in rap...it's been years they copy me try to make 1 quarter of this one and even only in black and whiteeverybody is going to speak of this missile I leave stopping my careeranyway...that each ounce of pride disappears from our heartsI do not want the role of arrogant, nor even the jacket of mockerthis art was born with a chronic disease...I saw it...kind like a child that one sees growing too quicklydisappointed...while remaining fixed on the step of the doorI did not want to dye as the king of the popto make me accuse, they wouldn't need an army of evidence they would make me be a terrorrist without a weapon in my jacketyou have to know that if these days a muslim is a pariahit's because he keep saying the word “God” is invariableit's not a war of religion, just a laic warwho leaves room only to impostors like Gilles Bernheim/if you think to help or that you help to thinkthat puts in alarm certain services of the French state this implicit indictment inquisitor/would like to make of you only one disciple down here, just an invisible visitor...when sorcery beats full sound, your preferred rapperwriting its chorus, by holding the hand of a death unearthedyou're far from imagining what happens in this gameyou're in space time if you do not know what hides in secret...I will not return in the sordid one, to avoid the details morbid,psychiatry will inherit the wrecksandthe biz goes on like the wheels of a burst ambulancethe weight of the mislaid children and their opulence took on demoniac possession,which you take for charismacollect your bags, leave them to the devilwhich interest to run ?? to be number 1when the world blazes up and you see smoke far awayby hiding behind a burnt youth/They have difficulty to be repurchased before programmed obsolescenceThey want to run away without rowing too much, they like the life on earth too much/some want to reach tops by glorifying the illicit oneto be integrated while being forgotten, isn't this loose ? /to be assimilated until resurrecting slavery? /whoever you are, they put you into illusory dreamsall is skewed till' the morning classes to the evening moviewe make the world again with the value of things, not with valuesto look after itself with appearances is to inject an amount of misfortunethere's no economic crisis, just belief onesyou think i'm your worst enemy because you refuse to seethat here, we are just good only to be the laboratory ratsin experiments like the "Merah" businessI don't expect support of anybody, your consensuses irritate mewe don't understand those ministers anymore, who don't have any more any limitsa crescent number of islamophobe wants us to carry the cowards starprotects your wife if she wants to carry the veileach one its pangs, each one got its maçonnique republic /the rebels will pay like Stanley Kubrick, Malcom Xthe one thinking he's the angel of death, who doesn't care you return the heart, tell himthere no shahada for an insane who sell haram/They puts themselves barechested when it's cold outsidethat they make their tomfooleries in Maghreb, it will be the death penaltyhow much rappers say in “off”, that all that deserves slaps
but the truth falls again the music of the numbers...


I have to do the dirty job
in spite of me I have to do the dirty job
I have to do the dirty job
I have to do the dirty job


To all the kids about speak about clash, there's nothing to do about that with me,
I have nothing to gain, no Cd's to sell, no tee-shirt, no buzz to make...
And I am not even in rap, I stopped a year ago and i can say i feel even better....
I didn't want to do this song...but who was going to do it,
I waited for months but no tongues got loose…
Nobody speaks about the calamities which fall on the listeners and as individuals on the youth,
all that increases in too great scale… And I do not even speak about the catastrophe of the clashes...
But those guys insult your mothers, wish you death, treat you of monkey,
get war weapons and speak about Islam,
use words of the Islamic vocabulary in texts where they are windy and call upon ibliss openly,
where there is not only one sentence without insults, without blasphemy, or arrogance,
in immodest videos full with rites spell-bindings...
Their videos make racism explodes, islamophobie, and don't have anything to envy to CHARLIE HEBDO
but I see anybody offending itself...
Their supposed artistic delirious, and “2nd degree” it's the largest pill which they made you swallowed...
They know very well what they do, there doesn't have any 2nd degree, it is pure satanism....
When one insults your parents in the street ?? he doesn't have a 2nd degree.
When one blasphemes, there is no 2nd degree.
It's your little brothers, your children, your little sisters whom they deprave…
and you know that the teenagers take the rap too much seriously...
These people contribute to the destruction of the values of the society, of family, of religion...
I spoke about the worst but they are so many more…
And I can see you with your polemics...
As soon as an opinion is given, you're supposed to beg a clashor, hater, looking for buzz or whatever.....
That proves at which point you are virtualized, shifted from realities of the citizens,
and at which point this country is about to sink in an implicit but desired ambient debility…
Anyway...my point is to shake the few listeners who can still awake.
If you give don't care ?? it's that it's not intended to you...
The unreasonable passioned ones will inevitably defend their “idols” body and hearts...
Do not jut remind from this song, just the lines about rappers…
Thank you for your listening...
Peace on you all...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=4ZfARUmITLM&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D4ZfARUmITLM%26feature%3Dyoutu.be&app=desktop

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