Magic System, mais ki di mie Ko zim zim po zi A dé wé a dé wè Magic System, mais ki di mie De Lyon à Bamako, on s'en fout Eh eh Magic System est encore ici Avec khore et bellek, mais y'a quoi les gars eh 1, 2, 3 et c'est reparti pour l'ambiance

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out Bam bambam bambam bambam Bambambambam bambambambam When you get it off your trip

And stars fell on Alabama last night I never planned in my imagination A situation so heavenly A fairy land where no one else could enter My heart beat like a hammer My arms wound around you tight We lived our little drama We kissed in a field of white I

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Amiga, 'cê 'tava bebaça Subindo na mesa, virando garrafa Tomou tudo, tomou fora Só não tomou vergonha na cara Tomou tequila, tomou cerveja Diz que aguenta bebida Tomou duas seguidas Perna bambeou Ainda não lembrou

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Papi dijo que mañana como él no trabaja Papi no va a llegar, papi me hace llorar Pero hoy ya es mañana y mi papi no está aquí Que me venía a buscar, e íbamos a jugar Mío es mi papi, mi papi es el mejor Casi siempre la niña en la escuela lo dice en

I got that Trunk Muzik To the DJ's Out cruisin' Everybody hop in the Cadillac And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's With the bottom won't you roll the window down If ya cruisin' Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the eight O eight come and

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a