Franklin Saint : traduction de Français vers Anglais
Franklin
Hello? SL? Zed? (sixty)
Guys, we need to get on a job (ocho)
It's a sure thing, there are no rats
We play the tournament to win the cup (big, it's real)
It cooks, we're going to settle down coolly
You never know, just in case, I took my double shot (poh)
Filtered urine near the balls
It will take a calf-cer, a big pair of balls
I didn't do it seeing what others had (real)
But I saw what mom didn't have (big, it's real)
I'm pulling an all-nighter, screwing co'-co', don't smile
There's no tho-my, shake hands but don't laugh (oh-oh-oh-oh)
According to the old man, all roads lead to Rome
On the way to the loot, I'm smashed under rum
There's a fight, we're there, gloves, an Arai
I bring a chick to your funeral, binks
Without wanting to, I had to do what was necessary
I'm one of those who refused to be pitiful (big, it's real)
I'm driving around town, a caliber, a colorful wad
A ram on the headrest (poh, poh, poh)
They want Tony's life but without the problems
Big, their mentality is bad (ouh)
I open the coat, I pull out a (buh)
I think he's gang lawiss
You fell on someone more gang than you, my negro
You fell on someone intelligent
Don't talk without doing anything
The one who speaks very little in front of people
When there are problems, there's no one left
The one who lights up above the belt
You're not going to aim for the legs, no, no
The one who doesn't know how to aim for the legs
When we talk about the street, my buddy
We're not talking about going to do snatchings
There are very few of us speaking my dialect
There's the plant and I'm not talking about peanuts, puta
Always the Porte de la Chapelle, not the Sistine Chapel, han, han, eh
We don't do the Zenith, we do the zeb (let's go)
You need a blood link otherwise there's zero (there's zero)
Affiliation (if) with all these assholes, I can't back down, I have to (crack them)
You have to know (crr) don't be the one who ends up at the physio, han, han
(Hello old man, do you recognize me?)
A kichta of all colors like a Chinese, it's square (SL500 says Juan Coca)
Without wanting to, I had to do what was necessary
I'm one of those who refused to be pitiful (big, it's real)
I'm driving around town, a caliber, a colorful wad
A ram on the headrest (poh, poh, poh)
They want Tony's life but without the problems
Big, their mentality is bad (ouh)
I open the coat, I pull out a (buh)
I think he's gang lawiss
You fell on someone more gang than you, my negro
You fell on someone intelligent
Don't talk without doing anything
The one who speaks very little in front of people
When there are problems, there's no one left
The one who lights up above the belt
You're not going to aim for the legs, no, no
The one who doesn't know how to aim for the legs
Tell me, what suits you? (Sixty)
Either to be part of the family, or to be part of these snitches
Detail the kilos of cocaine to make them leave for the Chalands
Tell your girlfriend not to talk
I put two or three under her dress, tell her "Thank you" that suits me
I'm in the carriage, I'm bombing like on the Carole circuit with my Carangue gravels
I put on the charlotte, I cook, I detail the maronne
It's me who fucked the baroness, you know
We arrive bessif, you know, we arrive massive, I promise
That it's not to be professional but if I arrive with a hood over my nose
It's because I have the Scorpio, the subway, back off
Without wanting to, I had to do what was necessary
I'm one of those who refused to be pitiful (big, it's real)
I'm driving around town, a caliber, a colorful wad
A ram on the headrest (poh, poh, poh)
They want Tony's life but without the problems
Big, their mentality is bad (ouh)
I open the coat, I pull out a (buh)
I think he's gang lawiss
You fell on someone more gang than you, my negro
You fell on someone intelligent
Don't talk without doing anything
The one who speaks very little in front of people
When there are problems, there's no one left
The one who lights up above the belt
You're not going to aim for the legs, no, no
The one who doesn't know how to aim for the legs
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