Paroles et traduction Brasco - Pa ni temp a ped

Pa ni temp a ped

Hey, brasco, brasco
Hey gay sa tala c pou lé pagna ki ka poté an mannèv an ghetto la! anh han!
An soti gwada la ou c boug an mwen pa lass volé,
Ou sav ka i ka méné sé bling bling é cach money,
Ghetto la ka viv si RMI évè lajen a drogu la,
Pani ten joué football pou touché salè a DROGBA,
An k comprenn lé pagna l'éta ka mèt yo cadena,
Yo ka détinn si soley la tèt an nou cho cho kon magma,
Nou tout' deter l'espri la boy's in the hound,
Ni sintin ka poté mannèv an ka ba yo an fos pou la hound,
Ghé-ghetto la rèd bal ka pété pou lé biyé,
Dé fo gangsta plin feeling mè douvan fizi yo k bébéguéyé!
Je sort de gwada (guadeloupe) là où mes potes n'arretent pas de voler,
Tu sais ce qui mène c'est le bling bling et le cash money,
Le ghetto vit sur le RMI et l'argent de la drogue,
Pas le temps de jouer au football pour gagner le salaire de DROGBA!
Je comprend mes amis l'état leur met des cadenas,
Ils déteingnent sur le soleil leurs tetes sont chaudes comme un magma,
On est tous malades l'esprit est boy's in the hound,
Il y a certain qui avancent je les encourage pour la hounds,
Le ghetto est dur les balles partent pour des billets,
Des faux gangsta plein de feeling devant mais un fusil il degaye

Pa ni temp a ped

Hey, brother, brother
Hey girl, what's the cargo that you are carrying down the street in the ghetto? Oh Yeah!
I'm from Guadeloupe, where my friends are constantly robbing,
You know what's cool? It's the bling bling and the cash money,
The ghetto survives off welfare and drug money,
There's no time to play football to earn DROGBA's salary,
I understand why my friends are wearing chains,
They are locked up in the sun with their heads as hot as magma,
Our spirits are all sick, we're boy's in the hood,
There are some who are progressing, I encourage them for the hood,
The ghetto is tough, bullets fly for money, kid,
These so-called gangstas are full of feelings inside, but when they face a gun, they stutter!
I'm from Guadeloupe, where my friends are constantly robbing,
You know what's cool? It's the bling bling and the cash money,
The ghetto survives off welfare and drug money,
There's no time to play football to earn DROGBA's salary!
I understand why my friends are wearing chains,
They are locked up in the sun with their heads as hot as magma,
Our spirits are all sick, we're boy's in the hood,
There are some who are progressing, I encourage them for the hood,
The ghetto is tough, bullets fly for money, kid,
These so-called gangstas are full of feelings inside, but when they face a gun, they stutter!