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オリジナル歌詞
翻訳
Interlude
Interlude
Look at me in the eyes
You will tell me that I'm a liar, if I told you everything
To dream about the million it's not that ambitious
There'll be surely 100K more if we recount everything
For real man only serious people, at the mid of the space
Me and my bros we're not destined to die old and religious ????
The courtroom of juges has all the proof, two or three friends are not going to pass the summer.
Drunk, I speak to the skies like God could hear me
His mother the rap, his mother the comedy
His mother the promotion
I'm in the real discussions
Leather jacket, copper teeth
You see what I want to say
Crim appointment
In a room where it smells the bleach
You feel the breeze, child of the crise
Too real for the tv
I was at the oven while the review
Even the tolerance has its limits
We put down 10K and it's a small 2000 who kills you
Paranoid, I inspect under my car
I have come a long way since Catalan tuna
Here, my car it's the price of your house
People see me in the city and say to me
"You've a gift! The S woulah you're a good one"
VVS you son of a bitch of all your Swarovski
We sell snow, us, we don't go skiing
Four wheels drive, enter in my matrix 130 euros for a full tank
We leave straight from where it smells like piss
Even if it's repainted 600 000 albums later, fuck primary school is far
We are sentence with *way of life* without material proof
I will rob if the little one have dreams that I can't grant.
I can delegate, but I will come myself to bone them
The wind, the rain, the cries of evil
6 a.m., fuck it's early
For thousand two fuck it's too much
I had a hatred big like the world, big like Omar
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Glock in my briefs
...in my jeans
I wanted to do me the math teacher at division age
The dream of the young here it's to rearrange 10 millions 26 years and I take on like I'm 40
Pluto, I'm not the toilet that you seems to see me as
Us, it's outside that we sing with our heart and soul
We sell the drugs while the fathers work
To give us a life a little bit less sad
We make them proud or way too unhappy
Or too old before having enough money
And I know who it is
Here those who show off
We know who it is
Its no usefully to pull the weight
Here fuck we know how to aim
We build links so strong, that death won't be able to break them apart
I don't believe in making anymore, he is so fake
I encounter only disguised traitors
You come back at your risk and perils
You fall on some guys who hit strong
You come out head unscrewed
There'll never be here in time, to save you
It's far the police station
If a gun is pulled out of a tracksuit
A guy on drugs and drunk
There are still some washed out pictures
Youngs people who died before they hit twenty
Who would have wanted to redo like Bolloré
Contract to honor
The world isn't that colorful
Guys who disappeared so hard
That we don't know if they are dead or vanished
Acidic bath, in the city
Ammunition, weapon, in a box
Move out if we know your address
One shot we're not playing at Tetris
There's some big peoples with me in the psychiatric hospital
That drugs or prostitute made crazy
You have blurred vision, eh?
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It's the S motherfucker
You want to be the man, little shit?
Start by putting the toilet seat up when you go to the toilet, little idiot
I'm not a cop, nor a pedophile
Rooftop, I take that out before the book 2
It was annoying me
Guilty, the A, the H,Bino, Sabri, Marmotte, Pech
Skembri, Pisso, Laps, Luc'
Illicite, Illicite
Angelo, Polak, Sooli, Mokhtar
Albert, Yanis, Yaya, Darty
Farid, Samir, Nono, Mehdi, Sami, Néné
Malik, Khalil
Fabien, Blond, Fred, l'Anglais, Omar
Seb, Mickey, Sam, Mouss'
Wahid, Yazid, Ahmed
Gang
Maison Baron Rouge
FDLRC
I'm ready since your birth, eh
Every year, I take back my land
Gobou
23 5月 2024 - 17:32 に投稿
michael michailidis 1 さんのリクエストを受け追加されました著者コメント:
** in France being sentence for "train de vie" (way of life/lifestyle) is to not be able to justify the ressources, items or money that you own while having contact with other people who do crimes. This is a way to sentence a drug dealer without material proof
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