Paroles et traduction Ndx - Cellophane - FDP Freestyle 1

Cellophane - FDP Freestyle 1

Kombyen Gram?
Adan selofan
Maman cry
Gangstè pété bal
Yenki défi
Pani défét, Yenki loraj avè syèl gri
Psikyat an-mwen bizwen on psi
On sèl lanmo pou on sèl vi
Priyé Bondyé pou i help me
Dyab-la bizwen fè on selfie
Si fanm sé dyab manman béni
On sèl lanmo pou onsèl vi
Konmen gram adan sélofàn
Lanmo adan jwen kam
Mama Cry gansta pété bal, lari
Chimen-la long an bizwen rakousi
An si békiy é dyab-la ka kouri
Fwi a travay an-mwen ké fé smoothie
Ké fèt tousèl kon vièwj é jézi
Twop gèl a fémé, dé bouch a nouri
Douvan béké, an pé pa akroupi
Yo di nou Jézi blan, sa normal nou soumi
Belle ile en mer, an pa Loran Voulzi
Yo vé farin a pa pou fé cookie
An ka vizé lalin avè dé bal uzi
An vwè garfil pran on bal on chèvwotin
Thierry mò et polis-la kaché krim
An vwè mikael tombé adan luil
An vè chenn an lò mè an vé mò lib
Ka an ni a fout, si ba zot an pa street
Lari an pute i fou mwen twomastizm
Kombyen gram séré dan sélofan
Yè swa manman té ka kry
Lari la pren ti moun ay
Pani défét, Yenki loraj avè syèl gri
Psikyat an-mwen bizwen on psi
On sèl lanmo pou on sèl vi
Priyé Bondyé pou i help me
Dyab-la bizwen fè on selfie
Si fanm sé dyab manman béni
On sèl lanmo pou onsèl vi
Konmen gram adan sélofàn
Lanmo adan jwen kam
Mama Cry gansta pété bal, lari

Cellophane - FDP Freestyle 1

How many grams?
It's your cellophane
Mom cries
Gangsters shoot balls
Yankee defiance
No defeat, Yanke storm with gray sky
The psychiatrist in me needs a shrink
One death for one life
Pray to God to help me
The devil needs to take a selfie
If women are the devil, mothers are blessed
One death for one life
How many grams in cellophane
Death in a cell
Mama cries, gangsters shoot balls in the street, street
The road is long and we need a shortcut
I'm so drunk and the devil is running
The fruit of my labor will make a smoothie
I'll be alone like an old man and Jesus
It's too cold to close, two mouths to feed
In front of the "béké", don't be so subservient
They tell us Jesus is white, it's normal for us to submit
Beautiful island in the sea, we're not Laurent Voulzy
They want the flour, not to make cookies
We're aiming for the moon with two Uzi bullets
We see Garfield take a bullet, a little horse
Thierry is dead and the police are hiding the crime
We see Michael fall into oil
We see the gold chain, but we want to die free
We don't have a place, if we give it to you, we're not in the street
Street I prostitute, I give me a trauma
How many grams are sealed in cellophane
Last night my mother cried
The street takes the young ones
No defeat, Yanke storm with gray sky
The psychiatrist in me needs a shrink
One death for one life
Pray to God to help me
The devil needs to take a selfie
If women are the devil, mothers are blessed
One death for one life
How many grams in cellophane
Death in a cell
Mama cries, gangsters shoot balls, street