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nique les ricains de merde avec leur texte a la con heureusement qui ont de bonne instru
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nique ta reum a celui qui aime pas t tout seul pedale
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instrumental?
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sample from; Cher - Gypsys, Tramps, & Thieves
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@TheRoninofQC The walls, the night, the nights unsure, the checks and the burrs
The stolen cars, volleys of bullets, say goodbye to the future
Don’t show your wealth or we gon’ take it under torture
Your emotions either, it can become an opening
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The empty stomach for sure it sucks but it's not every excuse
Inhuman things we said we did but it’s poverty whos guilty
Wholesale whiskey, fatty popo and sweet awakening with the battering ram
The clothes, the brands, the cash, the weapons, it’s the marble or the trial
Pigmentation, other cultures, some see a danger
Different religions, but that's not what prevents to love
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Forget dreams and passions, there is no room in the horizon
There's never been any happiness other than in cash and mink
It's 2007, throw your shit, the fashion is in line
Keep your values for the day when the angels will make you sign
Don’t seek no place under the sun, down here there’s too much cloud
Lotto, bingo, keno, pools, what a dream but alas ...
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The clubs, the girls, the girls, the table, the whiskey and the Champaign
The dies, the cards, presents the future in the hands of luck
It's nice to toke, flashy metal marked under the skin
The good advices, the friends are gone, their noses in the coke
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The life, the night, the night, the city, the shelter under the brick
The block, the shit, the spot, the style under pressure of the cudgel
In the middle of January at once, the courses are completed
It ends by a Molotov, followed by looting at ED
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@TheRoninofQC Chorus: In the wall, there ‘s another brick Another way of life, a sad note, you note son? Endorses the pride and plays the role of the Chosen Guys are afraid of themselves, and seal the bars of their cells Akh: The school, the bench, the benches, the glues rush, the big sticks’em The courses goes mad, the days go by, torn by alcohol, Sometimes it sticks, sometimes it pushes and everyone dream of your place You got the red dot and the sniper is hidden in the mass
awesome i dont understand a word but its the passion, does anyone kno where i can buy iam merchandise pls
rubberbellykelly 2 years ago 19
This song kicked my fuckin ass man!
HoodStarProd 3 years ago 11