CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : MadMan - Trapano (english translation)
M!
2-0-1-7, 8
I get on the beat like a drill
I'll break it in two, like an atom
Feel your arms fall down
Your legs shaking, shaking, shaking
Bro, there's the devil in every bar
Fire on the ground, like a pentacle
I will rise up, like Lazarus
MM, brother, Mortal and Miracle
Michael Myers on the flyer, cut this sh*t
Turn this sh*t into a paycheck
My b*t*h is ghetto, brother, jalapeño
She slangs with her dialect, brother, Teyana Taylor
All the bars are signs, listen to the oracle
I touch the ball and score, Pippo on thе edge of the foul, bro
I drivе on the edge of the abyss, with the smoke inside the cabin
M is back, the party is over
You see another rapper that's hiding out
You see my sh*t, yours is left away, just skip it
My sh*t, bro, is the Clasico of Barça
My sh*t, bro, is Asimov and Kafka
When I rap you hear the truth coming out
If you ask me for a feat you take on the risk
She skips you if there's M on the record
Look at my girlfriend: "Oh my God"
Hear this bomb, Jesus Christ
Always alone, I don't give a f**k about you
I can't see you, blind, deaf, mute
I'm going at 100 km, drinking, pumping Pupo up
I beat everybody up, like raw octopus
2-0-1-7, 8
I get on the beat like a drill
I'll break it in two, like an atom
Feel your arms fall down
Your legs shaking, shaking, shaking
Bro, there's the devil in every bar
Fire on the ground, like a pentacle
I will rise up, like Lazarus
MM, brother, Mortal and Miracle
Michael Myers on the flyer, cut this sh*t
Turn this sh*t into a paycheck
My b*t*h is ghetto, brother, jalapeño
She slangs with her dialect, brother, Teyana Taylor
All the bars are signs, listen to the oracle
I touch the ball and score, Pippo on thе edge of the foul, bro
I drivе on the edge of the abyss, with the smoke inside the cabin
M is back, the party is over
You see another rapper that's hiding out
You see my sh*t, yours is left away, just skip it
My sh*t, bro, is the Clasico of Barça
My sh*t, bro, is Asimov and Kafka
When I rap you hear the truth coming out
If you ask me for a feat you take on the risk
She skips you if there's M on the record
Look at my girlfriend: "Oh my God"
Hear this bomb, Jesus Christ
Always alone, I don't give a f**k about you
I can't see you, blind, deaf, mute
I'm going at 100 km, drinking, pumping Pupo up
I beat everybody up, like raw octopus
