XIII : traduction de Français vers Anglais
(I'm doing)
I'm going around the city again, I don't find myself so slow
When I'm hungry I slam a match bonus in Milan
I only look at the paper, his father the rival
Everyone annoys me, sometimes I forget ten bullets
Don't listen to people, I only have one associate
I do oil change and teeth at the body shop
Venice, Toronto, in Cannes I'm going to die
I take your cinema, revelation of the year
Hey rapper, you have to understand, Fianso is Bruce Wayne
I live in a mansion, baron's estate
Your label boss, I talk to his dad
I talk to his dad, I talk to his dad
It took you twenty years, me three, well there you go
I'll make more dough than Kenzy, than Dawala
And when you chat, I cash in my bookings
I'm on a Monegasque yacht with Soolking
No dream too far, a day we waste
Monday I take a sentence, Tuesday I'm Gatsby
Concert, Paris-Match, France 2, big boy
I have more networks than a mason's lodge
I draw their future, I serve myself like at Flunch
A brunch on the top floor of the Sacem
I sow the harvest, his mother the parties
I come out of the circle in platinum like Heuss L'enfoiré
Forty retirement, I don't want to do Curry anymore
I'm the devil, ish at Believe, at Mercury
In the city, the catch, dinner at Rolls-Royce
Big kisses Roschdy Zem at Marina Foïs
I buy your media, I invest your canteen
We edit your album, we make your platinum
Ah if you knew, ah if you knew
You speak ill of the one for whom you pimp
I'm going to calculate the report for you, big you have no parents
Poor guy he doesn't know he's making me sixty thousand a year
Immobiliare, dividends and SICAV
I'm Moses in the biz, no wonder we get chnicave
I run the council, I grid diagonally
Enter calculations of international royalties
I build Fiansoville, the fam is sure of itself
A castle of the kings of France united like de Burkel
I only cross them, the world is small
Number ones without trying like Zeg P
It's Dailymotion, hyperfocal check
Enter the Circle, you're going to smoke the local
Nemesis, arena musica, therapy
Noon-noon, prod Affranchis Publishing
They don't sleep on me anymore, I fuck your jealousy
I see them struggling under the tentacles of the kraken
Deezer, work, Spoti, work
Ten times heavier and further than you thought
You study my life, in the end what do you know?
I will be the greatest boss in the history of French rap
I don't blame anyone, we did it together
His mother, we are not validated
I spend the week making them old
I'm not your major's whore
That I manipulate your thug
Who will live in Paris will see, I make the millionaires jealous
I lead all my wars even when I'm not in the mood
Every two hours you have to change fronts
In front of it lives, it dies for followers
While we organize fundraisers
Your boss is just a fool
He didn't understand anything if it's not
They all think they're in Call of Duty
When I enjoy like a Disney
Fianso