Salif - Itineraire de voyou (fr 2 eng plz)

Salif :

Ton daron est arrivé en france en cargo
entre un sac de riz et une mob
il s'en bat les couilles de la mode
il a enchainé les travails corcés
a épousé ta darone au bled
tradition oblige mariage forcé
ta 3 ou 4 reufs , ils ont tous 3 ou 4 meuf
le plus grand sort de 3 piges de placard
le motif cest la came ske tu kiff cest la cave
l'école c'est plu la peine tu la d'ja rayé de la carte
en attendant ta 12 pige
fume ton premier bou d'****, bullshit
premiere gardav
ton meilleur pote ta poukiv
1er rencard avec la juge
le 1er dune longue série
tu rêve de fonds et d'millions
8-6 en guise de don périnion
tes démons te pourchassent
le dernier qui ta traité de fils de pute
il a mangé un coup d'shlass
ta commencé a bicrav pour payé
ta chicha ton grec et ta fumette
chaque soir ta le nez dan la cuvette
t'utilise la voiture de ton frère
quand il dort tu pren sa clef
l'autre jour tu la rayé il ta cramé
et il ta savaté
ta darone te parle et tes tou plein de lache moi (vazi lache moi)
le soir a chaque fois que tu sors elle larmoie
et oué tu dors le jour, tu sor la nuit
la nui tu sors ta miss tu la baise a l'hotel
et tu kiff quand elle te croque la bite ( hennnn)
dan ta tête une putin d'idée prend place
tu va la mettre bien profond
a un mec de la cité d'en face

refrain: ( *2)
itinéraire d'un you-voi entre les brassards
et les cage-bra les hazba cellesqui passent et celles qui passe pas prends pas ton âge pour un passe droit les jeunos on les cro il grandissent et tôt ou tard la roue tourne

samat:

avec les gens que ta rote-ka
tu t'croyais introuvable ya qu'les batiments qui s'croisent pas faut pas s'croire intouchable
tu vends la dope pour assumer ton putin d'train d'vie mais va la faire a d'autre moi je sais s'que t'es en train d'vivre
l'enfer plane, t'es envahis par la vengeance
c'est la hass ton frere kane
handek ici les temps changeent
pourtant tu sais que dieu existe
tu cherches la foi, a la fois tu persiste car le cash exite ta vu ton pere rentrer avec des ciatik famille nombreuses donc ya ktou sa pour le fric.......
ta voulu areté la clope le **** vice les salope mai dan ta tete c impossible
ta mi ta meuf en clok avan la hllal putin dmerde ya pa dtune pa daparte fo kel kite ché elle kan meme tou voulé tmetre o travail mai lenfoiré dpatron de parle grav mal resulta tu la brat fight
avec le tem jeune du ghetto ta pa muri
kom certaine jeune de tess
ton local c une armurie
taime faire la guerre entre cité voisine
fumé dla resine les bicraveur bien sur c toi ki les designe ten a marre tu tpren la tete a vendre du canabis tu leur a di on marche en bande et on vou kane a 10
tu pence plu a la prison mai une bastos tu veu tou pour toi trop gourmand
fo pa kon brasse tous

refrain *2

Salif:

ta fai dla maille croyé avoir lé couille du boss test a poil sur la paille ta meme pu dkoi payé lé couche du goss c plu toi ka le terrain c lé petit ouai il on grandi il parle de crick de click click et dekipe
test toujour a lanciene cherche a mettre la banane tu la mis a un mec
mai cetai pa un mec a haggle
t tombé sur un teigneux sur un os
sur toi letau ce resser il te recherche
il a braké ta meuf et lmioche
un cask intergrale une visiere
tentan des KRR KRR PA PA PA
vazi la siviere orgeuilleu et si fiere
o momen ou talai monter dan ta caisse
il ton pris frere pire guere il ton plomber dan la tete maintenan ta darone pleur ta meuf pleur tes frere reve de svengé mai pour toi il ai leur ni digne ni dpriere ta famille pri pour toi direction le paradis des you-voi

refrain*2

hééé il nou traite kom des youvoi oué mon vieu donc on scomporte kom des youvoi babtou renoi rabza condamné a vivre kom dé youvoi ( fois 2 )

Loads of swearwords in that one...


Salif ft. Samat - Itinerary Of A Thug

Salif
Your father arrived in France in a cargo ship
Between a bag of rice and a moped,
He doesn't give a sh*t about fashion,
He did tough jobs one after the other,
Married your mother back in the homeland
Because of traditions: arranged marriage
You have three or four brothers
Each one has three or four girlfriends
The eldest's just got out of three years in prison
Reason: drugs
What you like: drugs
School: what's the need
You've already wiped it off the map
Anyway you're twelve
And smoking your first bit of hash, bullshit
First custody: your best friend denounced you
First date with the judge, the first of a long series
You dream of funds and millions
8-6 by way of Dom Pérignon
Your ego hunts you down
The last one to call you son of a b*tch, you slashed him with a knife
You started hustling to pay for your shisha, your kebab and your cigarettes
Every night, you stick your nose in the toilet bowl
You use your brother's car,
When he's sleeping, you take his key
Last time, you scratched it, he caught you and kicked your a*s
Your mother's talking to you and you're like "Leave me alone"
Every night she cries once you're gone
You sleep all day, you're up all night
Some nights, you date your b*tch, fu*k her in a hotel
And you love it when she bites your d*ck
In your head, a fu*king idea is taking all the space
You're going to screw deep in a guy from the opposite estate

Chorus (x2)
Itinerary of a thug
Between raids and hold-ups
Hazings, those that pass and those that don't
Don't you take your age for a favour
Kids are greedy
They grow up and sooner or later,
What comes around goes around

Samat
You ripped so many people you thought you were inaccessible
Only blocks don't pass each other, don't you think you're untouchable
You sell dope to provide for your fu*king lifestyle
But don't you try to fool me, because I know what you're living
Hell is watching you, you're swept over by revenge
It's misery, your brother died, watch out because around here things change
And yet you know God exists, you're looking for faith
But you keep on sinning meanwhile because cash is exciting
You saw your father coming back home with sciatica,
Big family so money is all that counts, Asian state of mind
You wanted to quit smoking cigarettes and weed, fast
Quit fooling around and tapping b*tches, but it feels impossible
You got your girlfriend pregnant before marriage, sh*t
You have no dough, no flat, but she still has to leave her home
You wanted to start working but that fu*king boss messes with you
Result: you resigned, bye
In the course of time, ghetto youth, you haven't matured
Like some guys from the estates, your place is a gun room
You like to make war on neighbouring estates, smoke resin
Of course, it's you who name the hustlers
You're fed up, sweating blood selling cannabis
You told them you're not haggling over, and ten of your men could do them
You no longer think of prison, you think of bullets
You want it all, too greedy, we better not all get in the same sh*t

Chorus (x2)
Itinerary of a thug
Between raids and hold-ups
Hazings, those that pass and those that don't
Don't you take your age for a favour
Kids are greedy
They grow up and sooner or later,
What comes around goes around

Salif
You've made money, thought you had the balls of a boss
Now you're naked and penniless
You don't even have enough to buy diapers for your kid
You no longer own the place, the young ones do
Yeah, they've grown up
They talk about jacks, guns and teams
You're still old school, trying to play some bad trick
You played it on some guy, but he wasn't one to get ripped off
You hit up a nasty one, a big trouble
The net is tightening around you
He's looking for you
He pointed at your wife and kid
Hidden behind helmets and eyeshades
You heard "krr krr pa pa pa!"
And now you're on a stretcher
Swelled and overproud
You were getting in your car when they caught you, bro
Straight out they shot you in the head
Now your mother is crying, your wife is crying
Your brothers are dreaming of payback, but it's your time
No faith, no prayers
Your family's praying upon you
Direction: Thugs' Paradise

Chorus (x2)
Itinerary of a thug
Between raids and hold-ups
Hazings, those that pass and those that don't
Don't you take your age for a favour
Kids are greedy
They grow up and sooner or later,
What comes around goes around

They treat us like thugs
So we act like thugs (for sure)
Whites, Blacks, Arabs
Doomed to live like thugs
They treat us like thugs
So we act like thugs (for sure)
Whites, Blacks, Arabs
Doomed to live like thugs

lol yea that's what i'm seeing! but this song is awesome, thx for the help!

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