Big Tymers - Real Talk (Outro) - translation of the lyrics into French

Lyrics and translation Big Tymers - Real Talk (Outro)




Real Talk (Outro)
Vrai Discours (Outro)
Birdman: What the fuck you doing, man?
Birdman: Qu'est-ce que tu fous, mon pote ?
Mannie Fresh: Mmm mammmamaaammm...
Mannie Fresh: Mmm mammmamaaammm...
Birdman: Fuck, i can't believe at you
Birdman: Putain, je ne peux pas croire que tu fasses ça
Mannie Fresh: Mamaaammmamm...
Mannie Fresh: Mamaaammmamm...
Birdman: Fuck, it's incomprehensible
Birdman: Putain, c’est incompréhensible
Mannie Fresh: Mammmammmamaammam...
Mannie Fresh: Mammmammmamaammam...
Birdman: Let me take this shit over
Birdman: Laisse-moi prendre le relais
*Scotchtape straps over*
*Scotchtape straps over*
Mannie Fresh: OOOW!
Mannie Fresh: OOOW !
Birdman: What the fuck are you doing?
Birdman: Qu'est-ce que tu fais ?
Mannie Fresh: Nothing, i was chillin
Mannie Fresh: Rien, je faisais mon truc
Birdman: What?
Birdman: Quoi ?
Mannie Fresh: I was chillin
Mannie Fresh: Je faisais mon truc
Birdman: You are a fuckin liar
Birdman: Tu es un putain de menteur
Mannie Fresh: I'm chillin
Mannie Fresh: Je fais mon truc
Birdman: You ain't chillin
Birdman: Tu ne fais pas ton truc
Mannie Fresh: Why not?
Mannie Fresh: Pourquoi ?
Birdman: You play my shit
Birdman: Tu joues mes sons
Mannie Fresh: Huh?
Mannie Fresh: Hein ?
Birdman: You played my shit
Birdman: Tu as joué mes sons
Mannie Fresh: No, i don't play your shit
Mannie Fresh: Non, je ne joue pas tes sons
Birdman: You are a liar
Birdman: Tu es un menteur
Mannie Fresh: Why?
Mannie Fresh: Pourquoi ?
Birdman: You played my shit
Birdman: Tu as joué mes sons
Mannie Fresh: *sighing* Yeah, i'm played my shit
Mannie Fresh: *soupir* Ouais, j'ai joué mes sons
Birdman: Fuck, you gotta dead right now
Birdman: Putain, tu dois crever maintenant
Mannie Fresh: Why i gotta dead?
Mannie Fresh: Pourquoi je devrais crever ?
*Gun cocking*
*Gun cocking*
Birdman: Because i got a gun
Birdman: Parce que j'ai un flingue
Mannie Fresh: My nigga, don't kill me, man
Mannie Fresh: Mon pote, ne me tue pas, s'il te plaît
Birdman: OK, but don't play my shits no more, alright?
Birdman: Ok, mais ne joue plus mes sons, d'accord ?
Mannie Fresh: Alright
Mannie Fresh: D'accord
Birdman: OK, peace *gun sets over*
Birdman: Ok, peace *gun sets over*
Birdman: Big Money Heavyweight, bitch
Birdman: Gros Argent Poids Lourds, salope
Mannie Fresh: Alright
Mannie Fresh: D'accord
*Both laughing*
*Tous les deux rient*





Writer(s): Big Tymers


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