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Genius English Translations - Nar Die Y Retry Ft Madjer English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1 : N.A.R]
On Lessguill like Ratu$, you listen, then you suck
100mph in the RS Focus, speed makes me loud
You get beaten by a guy who gets close to heart attack
Every time he gets accused, and cries when he’s frustrated
My duo with LeTé, as qualitative as Eric. B & Rakim
My reality : Zypo is Scorsese, Lucky is Lacrim
Entire sentence rhyming like MF DOOM
Let’s be proud if I say that thanks to social media I’m becoming famous
I’m chilling in Isa’s place, talking about rap, drugs
Football, things that I don’t really comprehend but it’s okay
Rapping like crazy, you ugly bird don’t have any capacity
To create such a dirty sentence, but I can teach you
So many dope flows, I should label them
You crazy man only have blanks in your texts when you’re rapping, that’s bad
I see you as a weirdo, with young people you wanna flirt with
You’re creepy like Rico stop forcing
So unhinged, I did terrible things
In front of my poetry your rhymes are going to the trash
And I exterminate them, those rappers are obsolete
Like Sarkozy I get rid of the vermin
You’re acting like you didn’t like it but you’re shook
I get it, I would have done the same if I wasn’t me
My crazy phrases are solid like my hands
So if I fuck you, please stop begging me
I made Bon Tabac, the whole France loved it
How could you imagine me calming myself?
It’s not hot it’s boiling, you’re so slow, word
You’re not pretty, that’s shocking, you’re knocked down, I like it
No inspiration anymore, and the sun is rising
Don’t have any breath left, my throat is a yarn ball
I think we’re a good relief, recite our citations
I rap to enthrall old and new generations
[Verse 2 : Madjer]
I'm going forward in rap music even if I'm not objective, N.A.R verse, I'm screaming
I need luxury cloths and moneybags even if the desire for wads kills me
I want to retire not too old
To write as a messenger, dancing C-walk steps in the patio of my villa near Algiers
I want to mark rap history with a black Posca
Fill big garages, big closets, several bank accounts
Contending speeches, because we've got the best rhymes, it's normal to brag about it
But don't expect us to sell you any
Around here it's more smoking than medimentation, kabobs than sandwich bars
No paradise, I'm dodging flashes of rum, speed camera and paparazi
Old-fashioned rap, century-old microphone, thank you daddy heyo yeah
Beats are dealing with a lot like a Paris apartment renter
It's me Vermeer, but not with Canson paper, rather Rizla paper
You appreciate technique, holy syllable
For Die & Retry written in line 3 and 10
Inaccessible rap shaped by the classics since black Blackberry
I'm walking by Bavilliers, the night is gray the city is empty
I listen to Lavilliers and dream of thousands of euros, like Avril Lavigne's paycheck
Put our sound inside the turntable, it explodes
The speakers jump like Lavillenie
No acting, it's Greens, the precise tactic
The attack that smashes, it doesn't matter how, as long as I get it
4matic rental bike, not any artistic director, instinct decides, quality comes first
With or without raps, we've got to fill it, until the suitcases explodes