Текст и перевод песни Népal feat. Gracy Hopkins - 150CC

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May I have your attention please?

T′aimerais que l'monde sache c′qu'y'a dans ta tête
Pour quoi faire homie?
T′aimerais que l′monde sache c'qu′y'a dans ta tête
Mais pour quoi faire?
T′aimerais que l'monde sache c′qu'y'a dans ta tête
Pour quoi faire homie?
T′aimerais que l′monde sache c'qu′y'a dans ta tête
T′aimerais que l'monde sache c′qu'y'a dans ta tête
(Okay, let′s get it)

Au-d′ssus des cendres comme Pain
Au fond du trou, j'veux pas y redescendre comme Bane
Captain Morgan, Clan Campbell
Merci Dieu car j′suis pas d'ceux qui ont une crampe comme
Merci encore car j′bois peu souvent (merci)
Pour mes redoublants qui marchent avec la beuh sous l'ventre
On n′est pas rentrés dans leur normes, c'était un jeu saoulant
Y'a que sous forme de réponse que leur droit ch′min s′avère ressourçant
L'échec banni d′nos têtes, c'est plus pratique de l′ue-t
Dans une matrix de ... ou tout autre type de wers
Cent millions d'berry sur Dassault et Marine le Pen
On s′résume pas qu'à des drapeaux comme en Afrique de l'Ouest
Yes, remets ça en plus rapide (hey)
Pendant qu′les rappeurs trouvent des nouvelles façons d′dire qu'ils fument d′la weed
Bosse les titres, le public s'ra jamais unanime mais en concert ils m′backent comme si toutes les lines c'était
La chance, la mort y′a tout chez l'buraliste
Au-d'ssus d′la limite depuis lunatique, j′me compare pas à Lunatic
Faut dire un truc si y'a un truc à dire
Si tu veux rattraper mon run, j′t'ai laissé un fantôme sur la piste
Jusqu′à perdre contact, jusqu'à dead, pas qu′nos proches khalass la pierre tombale
Quoi d'autre?
7-5, Sierra, Echo, double, Sierra, Kilo, Lima Makaveli, check, I'm out

T′aimerais que l′monde sache c'qu′y'a dans ta tête
Pour quoi faire homie?
T′aimerais que l'monde sache c′qu'y'a dans ta tête
Mais pour quoi faire?
T′aimerais que l′monde sache c'qu′y'a dans ta tête
Pour quoi faire homie?
T′aimerais que l'monde sache c′qu'y'a dans ta tête
T′aimerais que l′monde sache c'qu′y'a dans ta tête
(Okay, let′s get it)

Center side jusqu'au east side
Paname el mundo pas besoin d′visa
Tu vas à Center Park pour un dickslap
P'tit slam, motherfucka, j'fais mes petites salles
Trix-ma, c′est la trix-ma
Assumer ses épaules pas jouer la tigue-fa
Plaquer des tiques-fana, pas la tique-tac, comme R.M.A.K
J′ai l'palpitant qui fait tic-tac
Sous pakistan, ça fait des zigzags
Peuf peuf ′vec un sourire qui fait 6'9
Kit-kat, broco broco, une équipe paz
West Ham, Bromwich, que des flip-flap
Quatre falla dans une pita
Quatre clopes et j′me balade dans un clic-clac
Cadavérique pas encore l'épitaphe
Tic-tac, j′tire en l'air et toutes les cliques savent

T'aimerais que l′monde sache c′qu'y′a dans ta tête
Pour quoi faire homie?
T'aimerais que l′monde sache c'qu′y'a dans ta tête
Mais pour quoi faire?
T'aimerais que l′monde sache c′qu'y′a dans ta tête
Pour quoi faire homie?
T'aimerais que l′monde sache c'qu′y'a dans ta tête
T'aimerais que l′monde sache c′qu'y′a dans ta tête
(Okay, let's get it)

Got some people in my back cause I wanted to
I mean far behind me, it′s why they never saw my face, and I can put it on Lee
Why they always doubt and never recognize me in the streets
I ain't not the type of show-bizness mothafucka
I ain′t shaking hands that's already shaking
Dedication to the people that are down to fake it
But I ain't faking with nobody if I wanna make it, I′m on fire
While they got jetpacks, I′m getting late cause of combined jet lags
Mean I got a bigger plane than... (wait.)
Mean I got a bigger plan than music
I'm taking my time when I put in work, ain′t rushing no
English-speaking French dude going national
Representing Paris like in Jersey, so irrational
Representing Paris with the jersey, but I'm Seven-Seven, I′m the risk on sea
It's always going south when I′m here, I'm the North and
I'm guiding all these people to the peace, I′m the morphine
You feeling all that strength that I′m getting without forcing
File avant que ça te blesse, belek au mec qui vient de Torcy

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May I have your attention please?

You wish the world knew what's on your mind
What for homie?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
But what for?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
What for homie?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
(Okay, let's get it)

Above the ashes like Pain
At the bottom of the hole, I don't wanna go back down like Bane
Captain Morgan, Clan Campbell
Thank God 'cause I'm not one of those who get cramps like
Thanks again 'cause I rarely drink (thanks)
For my repeaters who walk with the weed under their belly
We didn't fit their norms, it was an intoxicating game
It's only in the form of a response that their righteous path proves resourceful
Failure banished from our heads, it's more practical to forget
In a ... matrix or any other type of verse
One hundred million berry on Dassault and Marine le Pen
We are not just about flags like in West Africa
Yes, put it back on faster (hey)
While rappers find new ways to say they smoke weed
Work the titles, the audience will never be unanimous but in concert they back me up as if all the lines were
Luck, death, there's everything at the tobacconist's
Above the limit since lunatic, I don't compare myself to Lunatic
Gotta say something if there's something to say
If you wanna catch up to my run, I left you a ghost on the track
Until we lose contact, until we're dead, not just our loved ones khalass the tombstone
What else?
7-5, Sierra, Echo, double, Sierra, Kilo, Lima Makaveli, check, I'm out

You wish the world knew what's on your mind
What for homie?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
But what for?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
What for homie?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
(Okay, let's get it)

Center side to the east side
Paname el mundo no need for visa
You go to Center Parcs for a dickslap
Little slam, motherfucka, I do my small venues
Trix-ma, it's trix-ma
Take on your shoulders, don't play the fool
Placing ticks-fana, not the tick-tock, like R.M.A.K
I have the palpitating tic-tac
Under pakistan, it makes zigzags
Pew pew with a smile that's 6'9"
Kit-kat, broco broco, a paz team
West Ham, Bromwich, all flip-flops
Four falla in a pita
Four hits and I'm walking in a click-clack
Cadaveric not yet the epitaph
Tic-tac, I shoot in the air and all the cliques know

You wish the world knew what's on your mind
What for homie?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
But what for?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
What for homie?
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
You wish the world knew what's on your mind
(Okay, let's get it)

Got some people in my back cause I wanted to
I mean far behind me, it's why they never saw my face, and I can put it on Lee
Why they always doubt and never recognize me in the streets
I ain't not the type of show-bizness mothafucka
I ain't shaking hands that's already shaking
Dedication to the people that are down to fake it
But I ain't faking with nobody if I wanna make it, I'm on fire
While they got jetpacks, I'm getting late cause of combined jet lags
Mean I got a bigger plane than... (wait.)
Mean I got a bigger plan than music
I'm taking my time when I put in work, ain't rushing no
English-speaking French dude going national
Representing Paris like in Jersey, so irrational
Representing Paris with the jersey, but I'm Seven-Seven, I'm the risk on sea
It's always going south when I'm here, I'm the North and
I'm guiding all these people to the peace, I'm the morphine
You feeling all that strength that I'm getting without forcing
File avant que ça te blesse, belek au mec qui vient de Torcy