How's it going, Rrrin? (I'm gonna pull two bars, I'm gonna pull two beers)
Chill, Rrrin (I'm gonna pull two bars, I'm gonna pull two beers)
How's it going, Rrrin? (I'm gonna pull two bars, I'm gonna pull two beers)
Chill (Stef Becker Beatmaker)

I'm gonna pull two bars, I'm gonna pull two beers
They listen to me at the bar, they listen to me at the bir
Miss, in the Fiat Abarth, oh how she is bew
Her friend, she is dead, damn how we laugh
I don't get up early, I take a little tour in my beloved city
If I want I can afford the trip to Bora ten times
They even do the Jul sign up to Korea
I grew up where there are thefts, racketeering
Where hope is to go from the Twingo to the Huracán (chill)
They go around the building in the car
In the city there is the coast that it works, ask La Gratte
You do crazy things for the buzz, damn, may God guide you
Life slaps you, you can quickly end up with an empty look
I have my feet in space, the experience in the head
I've waited so long for happiness
That now when I see it, I let it pass
I'm nobody, I'm not going to judge if the buddy deals
I cried, I shed tears on the crocodile
I help you with a good heart, but chill, I'm not Rothschild
They act proud, and then they suck when there's the new Audi, huh
I don't go shopping, I'm in magazines
I cross the cops, I have red eyes
My brother tells me to say that I'm not gassed
What's wrong with you? You're acting like a Russian mafia
You give, you give, you give and then they trick you
It frustrates me, a hallucination
It warms my heart when I rest in front of the Cherry and the balusters
I put the hidden fufe in the bag where there's the play
I forgot it, I drive like a dick, I don't know if you got it
1-3, Marseille, in the city it smells like Californian
Don't play a game with me, we're going to fight for nothing

Pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pah
Pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pah
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Leave me with the lights off, so I can pose in the dark like Tupac
For the family I can die, you know that we don't cheat here
25 albums, I score as if I just started
My life sometimes it's not that, but no need to romanticize
Don't say your projects, they will try to get ahead of you
If you change when you succeed, you fall a big C
I'm tired, enough, sometimes I want to break everything
They told me it's good, you make money
But blood, you have to place everything
Drug business, the civilians want to pick you up
Me the street, it bored me, I need to recharge in thalasso
Turn off the cig, it fucked up my eyes, we only smoke shit in the room
There are traitors in the zone, there is DP on the clothes
Non parlare l'italiano, I'm going to hang out in Milano, we will be under Mexicana-cana
My buddy goes piano, piano
Originally from where all the panels are riddled
In smoke we make the trip Marseille-Paris
I have my darling, I don't calculate the others even if they are cannons
In Marseille, that it shoots, it no longer counts the corpses
They enter your house, they put your motorcycle in the truck
There I roll one and I'm going to go
I don't trust you because I don't know what you say to him
I've seen people give to people only out of interest
I've seen people stick to people only for the internet
I don't act like a pimp because I know we only have one life
There will always be a caliber if you act like Bruce Lee
There will always be a caliber if you act like Bruce Lee

Pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pah
Pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pah
Pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pah
Pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pah
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta-ta

Yeah
Chill, chill, put the sound back on
My brother
White heart, white heart, white heart, oh

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