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[Booba - Le Bitume avec une Plume/ English Translation]

[Verse 1]
My brother I wanted glory
I got war, I did it, others will follow
It's a shitshow, crap in your toubeïs cause everything has a price
Give me the bottle and I ain't coughing
Don't touch me, from 9.2 it's where everything starts
Rocky's eye, Rocco's balls
Grand Cherokee and drugs in abundance in the statements
Dose in the fanny pack, all in the brawls
And too late to put mascara on a shiner
I speak ill, and I have the retina that kills
Evil for evil, music for dem mans
Too many worries also we get thinner and it's nothing new
There's only hoes here we only handshakes sawed off shotguns
Only like handling an iron for banknotes
Micro 3.5.7 python, violent
Since the chains and ships I'm struggling
Don't worry, no scars in my back man, I got them inside my head

[Chorus]
I arrived into music, recount war in my pieces
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
My pen in the soil, I'll catch you without ransom
Be without resentment I'm the gutter having a way with words
I recount war in my pieces
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
My pen in the sea, toward the south cape
In short I'm the concrete having a way with words
[Verse 2]
I'm starving, rap F1 for all my dead one
Routine, cash, buckshot, hustle in secret
Some drugs, a pen in my jeans, without vintage
I'm disgusted like when I bust a nut
Assembly line rap, urine tested positive
I go from 0 to 100 in 1'10'' when I see my khos covered in blood
I sleep without the vial, I start without fuel
When I see France with legs wide open I go in without oil
I go in town, shine, leave alive
If you like reprisals: shoot in the air or at my Nike Air
I wake up at 3pm, go to sleep at 6' in the morning
And want Moët: it's the shit, yeah
On the mic it's Platoon and it's shocking
Cause I've learned when there was no dough
So may the wheel of fortune turns, our streets are traps
Let me roll my weed, my bitch and my wad of bills
A good I.Q., courage, a bit of vice and pigs get roasted
In my team only numbers 10

[Chorus]
I arrived into music, recount war in my pieces
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
My pen in the soil, I'll catch you without ransom
Be without resentment I'm the concrete having a way with words
I recount war in my pieces
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
My pen in the sea, toward the south cape
In short I'm the concrete having a way with words
[Bridge]
I recount war in my pieces
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
My pen in the soil, I'll catch you without ransom
500 grudges, I'm the concrete having a way with words

[3st verse]
I don't want to rap with kid gloves, writing my name on the bench
Locked up for a long time, my fingerprints on the dick
I want to serve as a yardstick, to fuck, to have a rest
B20BA I'm driving with OCB
3, 4, 5, 6 bitches every week
Here it stinks cash from the hat to the sole
I'm just a missile, guided by 45
Doped with hash, Soul, rice, semolina
That's right bruh! We haven't left the pussy of a chaga
And with each albums, another lousy era
I'm this macaque with a pen
Don't feel the pain anymore and their tumors have the color of what I'm high on
My hash diet
In short I'm the concrete having a way with words

[Outro]
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
My pen in the sea, toward the south cape
In short I'm the concrete having a way with words
I recount war in my pieces
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
My pen in the soil, I'll catch you without ransom
500 grudges, I'm the concrete having a way with words
I recount war in my pieces
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
My pen in the sea, toward the south cape
In short I'm the concrete having a way with words
I recount war in my pieces
And if I croak, no need to make a song out of it
Concrete, words, concrete, words
Concrete, words, concrete, words
Concrete, words, concrete, words
Concrete, words, concrete, words
Concrete, words, concrete, words
Animal, Animalsons
I'm the concrete having a way with words
I'm the concrete having a way with words
I'm the concrete having a way with words