Testo Alhamdulillah (feat. yasin) dei Too Phat

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Alhamdulillah (feat. yasin)

Chorus
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred)
Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have)
Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)

Verse 1
I feel the heat
From these 4 candles burning
As I'm staring out the window
In solitude I look at life
From different angles
Thoughts strangled
My mind is suffocatin'
In this truth quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis
A sad fact of life
But mankind approved this
I gotta call Him
Sajadah is where the booth is
I'll make it clear that
I ain't even tryin' to preach here
By sharing thoughts I hope
To find a little peace here
I thank Allah for blessing me
To be creative
So here's a diss for me
For bein' unappreciative
Wanted a perfect life
Yeah smile then die old
Fame, money, women
Phat cribos and white gold
Drive my own Beemer
Before I hit two six
A straight pink bitin' toothpicks
Who walk around town wit' two chicks
And doin' new hits to woo tricks....
Now that's wrong
Pleasure from partyin'
And bull ish don't last long
A lotta yuppies sneakin'
Cars out when dad's gone
Crackin' bottles in clubs
Frontin' designer fashion
But I ain't about
To trade happiness for a Jag
So stop smilin' with your ragtop down
Cause for a fact
I don't care about your money
Or how slick your car
'Cause no matter how rich and big you are
It's still Allahuakbar...

Chorus
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred)
Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have)
Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)

Verse 2
I know that all this
Ain't the right thing
Partying, chasing moneys
And material things
Flying high
Think nobody gonna
Clip my wings
I'm lying to myself
Knowing that
I've been neglecting
Responsibilities
As a healthy Muslim
Riches and loot
Ain't nothing
We frontin'
Diamonds and scrilla
But forget to say
Alhamdulillah
Made my album a killer
Plan B
Now 2-3 droppin'
And I wish to
Ask for forgiveness
Your guidance
Protection and strength
For humbleness and faith
To make me a better man
Success in foreign lands
Never dreamt of that
I remember being 18
When we started Too Phat
Now let's go back
Three years before that
Sometimes I forget
Me and my parents
Took a trip with granddad
I remember '95
While performing Umrah
Made my wish in Mecca
Right in front the Kaabah
Dear God
You made it possible
When facing obstacles
Please let me do good
Before I pass on
In the hospital
And keep reciting
The Testimony of Faith
And find the right way
Out of this life's maze

Chorus
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred)
Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have)
Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)

Verse 3
Ay yo
Two candles go out
That's when
I feel the wind blow
I haven't met Fatim
For two years
Been livin' like I'm single
Evaluatin' all the friendships
Relationship
The reason it's the tenth year
Is 'cause she's a patient chick
And as far as friends are concerned
Many I've had it all
From those who cried for my pain
To those who plotted my fall
I learned to differentiate
Fakes from the great
Mates from the snakes
Apes wanna beef
Hate's all it takes
For me to blow
A diss song for you
Not even worthy
As an album filler
So now it's smiles
And Alhamdulillah
Yeah, love me
Or hate me
This who I am
Look at the past at times
I wish that I was born again
So I can rectify mistakes
And my wrong doings
Attempts on minimizing my sins
Before my story ends
I ain't no Eddie Murphy
Tryin' to sound as a holy man
But if I tried to be a better person
Now I prolly can
(Wait...)
Who am I to advise you
I ain't been the best
Of God's slaves
Just a poet writin'
What my thought says
A little house
A little car
A little sweet girl
Thank you Lord
I'll try to slow it down
On the cheap thrills
This song will prolly stir
A little controversy
At least I ain't be rappin'
Bout the stuff
As tho' I'm born in Jersey
Stage name is Malique
And lost name is Cairel
Mama told me
Stop complaining too much,
So I will...

Chorus
Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)
Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred)
Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have)
Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)

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Verse 1 
I feel the heat 
From these 4 candles burning 
As I'm staring out the window 
In solitude I look at life 
From different angles 
Thoughts strangled 
My mind is suffocatin' 
In this truth quest 
A greed law 
That we abide by is ruthless 
Enough will never satisfy 
Until we toothless 
Filthy millionaires 
Are gamblin' until they muflis 
A sad fact of life 
But mankind approved this 
I gotta call Him 
Sajadah is where the booth is 
I'll make it clear that 
I ain't even tryin' to preach here 
By sharing thoughts I hope 
To find a little peace here 
I thank Allah for blessing me 
To be creative 
So here's a diss for me 
For bein' unappreciative 
Wanted a perfect life 
Yeah smile then die old 
Fame, money, women 
Phat cribos and white gold 
Drive my own Beemer 
Before I hit two six 
A straight pink bitin' toothpicks 
Who walk around town wit' two chicks 
And doin' new hits to woo tricks.... 
Now that's wrong 
Pleasure from partyin' 
And bull ish don't last long 
A lotta yuppies sneakin' 
Cars out when dad's gone 
Crackin' bottles in clubs 
Frontin' designer fashion 
But I ain't about 
To trade happiness for a Jag 
So stop smilin' with your ragtop down 
Cause for a fact 
I don't care about your money 
Or how slick your car 
'Cause no matter how rich and big you are 
It's still Allahuakbar...

Verse 2 
I know that all this 
Ain't the right thing 
Partying, chasing moneys 
And material things 
Flying high 
Think nobody gonna 
Clip my wings 
I'm lying to myself 
Knowing that 
I've been neglecting 
Responsibilities 
As a healthy Muslim 
Riches and loot 
Ain't nothing 
We frontin' 
Diamonds and scrilla 
But forget to say 
Alhamdulillah 
Made my album a killer 
Plan B 
Now 2-3 droppin' 
And I wish to 
Ask for forgiveness 
Your guidance 
Protection and strength 
For humbleness and faith 
To make me a better man 
Success in foreign lands 
Never dreamt of that 
I remember being 18 
When we started Too Phat 
Now let's go back 
Three years before that 
Sometimes I forget 
Me and my parents 
Took a trip with granddad 
I remember '95 
While performing Umrah 
Made my wish in Mecca 
Right in front the Kaabah 
Dear God 
You made it possible 
When facing obstacles 
Please let me do good 
Before I pass on 
In the hospital 
And keep reciting 
The Testimony of Faith 
And find the right way 
Out of this life's maze

Verse 3 
Ay yo 
Two candles go out 
That's when 
I feel the wind blow 
I haven't met Fatim 
For two years 
Been livin' like I'm single 
Evaluatin' all the friendships 
Relationship 
The reason it's the tenth year 
Is 'cause she's a patient chick 
And as far as friends are concerned 
Many I've had it all 
From those who cried for my pain 
To those who plotted my fall 
I learned to differentiate 
Fakes from the great 
Mates from the snakes 
Apes wanna beef 
Hate's all it takes 
For me to blow 
A diss song for you 
Not even worthy 
As an album filler 
So now it's smiles 
And Alhamdulillah 
Yeah, love me 
Or hate me 
This who I am 
Look at the past at times 
I wish that I was born again 
So I can rectify mistakes 
And my wrong doings 
Attempts on minimizing my sins 
Before my story ends 
I ain't no Eddie Murphy 
Tryin' to sound as a holy man 
But if I tried to be a better person 
Now I prolly can 
(Wait...) 
Who am I to advise you 
I ain't been the best 
Of God's slaves 
Just a poet writin' 
What my thought says 
A little house 
A little car 
A little sweet girl 
Thank you Lord 
I'll try to slow it down 
On the cheap thrills 
This song will prolly stir 
A little controversy 
At least I ain't be rappin' 
Bout the stuff 
As tho' I'm born in Jersey 
Stage name is Malique 
And lost name is Cairel 
Mama told me 
Stop complaining too much, 
So I will...