Текст и перевод песни Ghetto Phénomène - Trop de vice

Trop de vice

Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Trop de vice, lalalala
Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Lalala, lalala

Alors j'ai fait tout ça pour mon GP
Con d'tes morts, la dalle en effet, totalement pété
Tu avances pas même si tu es dans la merde
Ouais faut garder le moral
Pour 50€ c'est la chienneté
Alors j'essaie, j'ai pas pour la féfé
Sur pépé, la dalle en effet, ça nique la CB
A ton daron, chacun pense à soi
J'en ai rien à foutre de tes blablablas
Cause pas trop à moi
Tu vas recevoir des...

J'lève mon majeur, j'reste pas sous l'eau, j'avance
Tu es pleins d'manières, on galère, tu t'pavanes

Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Trop de vice, lalalala
Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Lalala, lalala

On a la cheup, ils ont la poise
Jette l'oeil à ta grand-mère
Tu nous verras au fond d'la boite
C'est l'Ghetto Phénomène, frère
J'ai toujours gardé le moral
Comme mes fréros condamnés
Sur le terrain ça débite des kilos
Comme on débite sur le beat pour s'en aller
On veut être meilleur
Elle veut les lovés
On regarde pas derrière
On continue d'innover
Ghetto Phénomène, quoi
On garde le moral et ils ont la mort

Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Trop de vice, lalalala
Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Lalala, lalala

Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Trop de vice, lalalala
Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Lalala, lalala

On garde le moral dans la cité
Oui, chaque jour, on est incité
Oui, Jul, sheitan on a plus (?)
On fait les fous, les fous, mama
On fonce droit dans le four, y'a nada
Poto, tu crains d'empiler
Tu fume du vert pillé
Moi, j'vois personne briller
Les jaloux, faut les (?)
Elle fait sa folle, elle veut le Panamera
Lui, c'est un bandeur d'homme, il veut ta femme comme (?)

J'lève mon majeur, j'reste pas sous l'eau, j'avance
Tu es pleins d'manières, on galère, tu t'pavanes

Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Trop de vice, lalalala
Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Lalala, lalala

J'aime bien mon sang, posé au fond d'la salle
Accompagné d'mes sales, on tue si on est on sent le seum
Tu m'casses les couilles, oh lala, t'as la boco
Ouais, ouais j'en ai que foutre sur moi tu parles y'en a beaucoup
Ah j't'ai donné ma confiance et j'ai fini parano
T'avais raison, j'ai répondu à l'autre par allô
Alors j'me taille, taré j'm'en fous de tout
Ouais j'garde espoir, j'm'en fous de tout

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Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Trop de vice, lalalala
Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Lalala, lalala

Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Trop de vice, lalalala
Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Lalala, lalala

J'lève mon majeur, j'reste pas sous l'eau, j'avance
Tu es pleins d'manières, on galère, tu t'pavanes

Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Trop de vice, lalalala
Lalala, pleins d'nanana
Lalala, lalala

Too Much Vice

Lalala, full of nanana
Too much vice, lalalala
Lalala, full of nanana
Lalala, lalala

So I did all this for my GP
Damn your dead, hungry indeed, totally wasted
You're not moving forward even though you're in the shit
Yeah, gotta keep your morale up
For 50€ it's dog-eat-dog
So I try, I don't have it for the fefe
On my grandpa, hungry indeed, it's screwing the credit card
To your father, everyone thinks of themselves
I don't give a damn about your blah blah blah
Don't talk to me too much
You're gonna get some...

I raise my middle finger, I don't stay underwater, I move forward
You're full of manners, we're struggling, you're showing off

Lalala, full of nanana
Too much vice, lalalala
Lalala, full of nanana
Lalala, lalala

We have the luck, they have the bad luck
Take a look at your grandmother
You'll see us at the back of the club
It's the Ghetto Phénomène, brother
I always kept my morale up
Like my condemned brothers
On the field, they're selling kilos
Like we're spitting on the beat to get away
We want to be better
She wants the dough
We don't look back
We keep innovating
Ghetto Phénomène, what
We keep our morale up and they have death

Lalala, full of nanana
Too much vice, lalalala
Lalala, full of nanana
Lalala, lalala

Lalala, full of nanana
Too much vice, lalalala
Lalala, full of nanana
Lalala, lalala

We keep our morale up in the hood
Yeah, every day, we're tempted
Yeah, Jul, sheitan we have no more (?)
We act crazy, crazy, mama
We go straight into the oven, there's nothing
Dude, you're afraid to stack
You smoke stolen weed
Me, I don't see anyone shine
The jealous ones, we gotta (?)
She acts crazy, she wants the Panamera
He's a man-stealer, he wants your wife like (?)

I raise my middle finger, I don't stay underwater, I move forward
You're full of manners, we're struggling, you're showing off

Lalala, full of nanana
Too much vice, lalalala
Lalala, full of nanana
Lalala, lalala

I like my crew, chilling at the back of the room
Accompanied by my dirty ones, we kill if we feel the blues
You're pissing me off, oh lala, you have the boco
Yeah, yeah I don't give a damn, there's a lot of talk about me
Ah I gave you my trust and I ended up paranoid
You were right, I answered the other one with hello
So I'm out, crazy I don't care about anything
Yeah I keep hope, I don't care about anything

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Lalala, full of nanana
Too much vice, lalalala
Lalala, full of nanana
Lalala, lalala

Lalala, full of nanana
Too much vice, lalalala
Lalala, full of nanana
Lalala, lalala

I raise my middle finger, I don't stay underwater, I move forward
You're full of manners, we're struggling, you're showing off

Lalala, full of nanana
Too much vice, lalalala
Lalala, full of nanana
Lalala, lalala