Текст и перевод песни Inkyz - Maestro

Maestro

Ok tu veux du son?
Que du bon et peut importe c'qu'on raconte?
Que tu comprennes ou ne comprennes pas le fond
T'en as rien à battre de savoir que c'est des années de réflexion et de L barre
Tu veux que j'me répète?
Que j'te refasse exactement le même couplet?
De toute façon tu t'enfous de c'que j'dirais.
Que je fasse mon refrain ou pas, que je le bosse ou que j'le bacle on dirait n'importe quoi!
All about the money
All about the fame
Blowing up on Youtube but your mama know my name
Cover up on magazine see me every day
There fan on Twitter but your mama know my name
All about the money
All about the fame
All about the money
All about the fame
Tu comprends quedalle
C'est normal vu que tu n'écoutes pas quand je parle.
J'aurai même pu chanter des trucs à deux balles
T'en as rien à battre de savoir que c'est des années de réflexion et de L barre
Tu veux que j'me répète?
Que j'te refasse exactement le même couplet?
De toute façon tu t'enfous de c'que j'dirais.
Que je fasse mon refrain ou pas, que je le bosse ou que j'le bacle on dirait n'importe quoi!
All about the money
All about the fame
Blowing up on Youtube but your mama know my name
Cover up a magazine see me every day
There fan on Twitter but your mama know my name
All about the money
All about the fame
All about the money
All about the fame

Maestro

Oh, you want some music?
Only the good stuff, no matter what people say?
Whether you understand it or not, you don't care
You couldn't care less about the years of thought and effort behind it
You want me to repeat myself?
To give you exactly the same verse again?
Anyway, you don't care what I have to say.
Whether I sing a chorus or not, whether I work on it or not, it sounds like gibberish!
All about the money
All about the fame
Blowing up on YouTube but your mama knows my name
Cover up on magazines, see me every day
They're fans on Twitter, but your mama knows my name
All about the money
All about the fame
All about the money
All about the fame
You don't understand a word
Of course not, since you never listen to me.
I could have even sung complete nonsense
You couldn't care less about the years of thought and effort behind it
You want me to repeat myself?
To give you exactly the same verse again?
Anyway, you don't care what I have to say.
Whether I sing a chorus or not, whether I work on it or not, it sounds like gibberish!
All about the money
All about the fame
Blowing up on YouTube but your mama knows my name
Cover up on magazines, see me every day
They're fans on Twitter, but your mama knows my name
All about the money
All about the fame
All about the money
All about the fame