CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Paradis ou Enfer (English Translation)
Tears are the blood of the soul
I’ve always got a gun inside my whip
Before getting shot, before I die
I have to try to tame my dreams
You’ll have to apply yourself if you want our money
In one click, we pop your bra
Do your best, I'm gonna shoot with a mortar
You would be better off learning how to abort
Dirty rhymes, baller, crime, evil, Honor
On time in the building, here, no Breitling
It’s the hunger that gives the time
I don’t wait that somebody help me, but whatеver
I come from the blеd for the monsoon
Hoes, grub in abundance
No remedy, there's only poison
Only poison like recycling powder to fill cartdridge case
While your clique is waiting for the spurt, spend theirs time emptying balls
Dishonest but pious, god willing
One day, I’ll dry the tears and torrents, rivers, behind the windows of my eyes
I hang myself to the neck of my dream, I'm at war you do the truce
I my song there's as much melody than there's life on this earth
Like my peers, I like everything that is ephemeral
Father and mother can do nothing about it: it's heaven or hell
It's heaven or hell
It's heaven or hell
Father and mother can do nothing about it: it's heaven or hell
It's heaven or hell
It's heaven or hell
Father and mother can do nothing about it
No one can do nothing about it
I’ve always got a gun inside my whip
Before getting shot, before I die
I have to try to tame my dreams
You’ll have to apply yourself if you want our money
In one click, we pop your bra
Do your best, I'm gonna shoot with a mortar
You would be better off learning how to abort
Dirty rhymes, baller, crime, evil, Honor
On time in the building, here, no Breitling
It’s the hunger that gives the time
I don’t wait that somebody help me, but whatеver
I come from the blеd for the monsoon
Hoes, grub in abundance
No remedy, there's only poison
Only poison like recycling powder to fill cartdridge case
While your clique is waiting for the spurt, spend theirs time emptying balls
Dishonest but pious, god willing
One day, I’ll dry the tears and torrents, rivers, behind the windows of my eyes
I hang myself to the neck of my dream, I'm at war you do the truce
I my song there's as much melody than there's life on this earth
Like my peers, I like everything that is ephemeral
Father and mother can do nothing about it: it's heaven or hell
It's heaven or hell
It's heaven or hell
Father and mother can do nothing about it: it's heaven or hell
It's heaven or hell
It's heaven or hell
Father and mother can do nothing about it
No one can do nothing about it
