Molto - مولتو lyrics
(English Translation)

It's not a shredded load, why is it shrunk
Ask about us inside your homes
If he carries a round, we'll tie you up
Guys, it's coming in a molto bag
You're crazy, my brain is blowing up
No matter how big you are
We'll fall in love
A man will kill you in the Hud
Bring me your eldest, he won't care
Your back, your back, and your face
I'll play a round with you, and I'll give you a shot
I'm on asphalt campaign
One day you think, look at your body
Look at my name, my opponent
If he's coming You will burn me, save me
If an action comes from you, do it for me
And don't let me talk to me
You told me where you came from, my colleague
Bring me armies and come, my colleague
And don't forget to look at my hand
Because I have a Brazilian shoe in my hand

The sweet one is coming to me, tell me a story
Hello and » I'm going with a license
We are the mafia, Hanksah
The smallest among us is a load that will knock you down
Keep asking about the nuts of our rims
And among us is 20 pounds per person
We saw the sweet one doing a restart
and one of us squatted and slept on the floor
he ran, got his piece and spoke to Bertoa
coming
living it on those who were appointed
flute
crackling and in his country
costume
Sweet Abu Billiard
Not a shredded lamb, why is it shrunk
Ask us about the inside of your homes
If he carries a round, we will tie you up
Guys, it comes in a bag of molto
I’m crazy, my brain is blowing
No matter how big it is
We’ll get it
A man has killed you in the past
Bring me your elders, he won’t be happy
Welcome, how are things
Are you confident in yourselves?
Or are you Hilal and Shamal?
And you allowed your completeness to drive you
I am truly myself in actions
I wish I could see you just once
This is the last of you to come up with situations
And the sweet coincidence, oh how sweet I long for you
I am coming with you as you like

And do not let my eyes be bored, oh your craftsman
I lift the comb without a cup
And come and play with me and you will like it
Any story arises on me
And my devil is my pendant, with his pendant
I will count it with you, I will count you with me
O knowledgeable successor, I will disgust you
What do you say
I am a curse that has fallen upon the carvens
And my rivalry is called “cheating”
I, my son, will tell you one time who I am
And the next time I will meet you with a knife
Ask about us inside your homes
If he carries a round, we will tie you up

Hey guys, it's coming in a molto bag
I'm crazy, my brain is blowing up
No matter how big it gets
We'll get drunk
A man will kill you in the lurch
Bring me your eldest, he won't be afraid