Traduction: Les petites villes Burn un peu plus lent. Une croix de fleurs.
Passed by a patch of flowers planted to form a cross But they were dead just like my faith in the shape that they were born in And I couldn't help but
on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang [Pre-Verse: Baby Bash] I take a slow beat (Slow beat) And spit a hard rap (Hard
Down in the subway, you watch the people there Heading toward the spot where they'll find a rest Or romance You jump off the train, you cross a traffic
flow with it the beat change Never thought she'd change But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change [Hook:] A thug changes and love
send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay
Loso (WOOOOOOOOOOO!) It wont stop, until I do the numbers im suppose to And my accountant got as many numbers as a social With a beach house that's,
Like the loss of sunlight On a cloudy afternoon Gone too soon Like a castle Built upon a sandy beach Gone too soon Like a perfect flower That is just
du poulet dans mon bucket la dalle on connait une pour ... une pour amar on va tout cramer comme a aulnay j'suis sur le periph' a donf entre 2 flashs
cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I keep it straight
me flow, my retaliation So listen to me boy understand, understand It's a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everyday On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly And it's crossed off, like a
full of schizophrenia I lop 'em in a minute And do the schizofrantic Stop them poses 'Cause this is what a flow is Stop them poses 'Cause this is what a flow
de casser la bouche a l'amerik ki rapatri les notre pour les foutre a poil ds leur clip pourquoi la france a trahi l'algerie ma cherie elle a mis son
ain't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump with a
is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a