Текст и перевод песни Soprano - Rap game

Rap game

Soprano:
J'ai pas le charisme mais jmen fou dmen kjsuis la jsuis juste moi un enfant dquartier ki vend des tas avec des rimes commen mortier un ptit etat ki grandi dans lcrash avec boyplé mon nom Soprano le fling preferé des block le black migmag les potes magmag la voix d'M.A.R.S sa vafaire mal slash son entrak son dernier
La plume trempé dans mes plaid pour les hall la fin de chak'une de mes face a le son d'une doille tombé au sol J'ai apri a vivre avec des plai depui la pry dans lpark toujour en paix kan ya un plan ou pas mais fo kjspide ke la famille staille du F2 kon staille du pays Lepen a commence "My camp 2" J'ai la rime gilete pour ceux ki parle deriere leur barbe pour ceux ki disen kle Rap est deg avec dla crypto sous la cape mais desire son toujour aussi anoir ke ka n ta un rap sanglan comme le dernier kta rendu nos content
Refrain:
Mon son, mon blé vazi di moi si le rap est mort.Mon block, mon beat, mon mic, ma foi dit moi si le rap est mort.
masil, mon block, mon son ma voi di moi si le rap est mort Soprano fils d'os un jour on va tsaigner
Ol'kainry:
Tu me di on va sélé le rap; jsuis dans mon univer kan jgrate je c kles refre veulent des clak, universale veux des plak les temp sgate les pointures on lcrak et tout les negil dans les blok comence a croire kon est black voila des acte sopra et moi je croi kon est dac mon rap c bien comme Black V boum boum commen jeango jack appelle moi RM sur oko black g le barreau kime gratte et la g ate de prendre nos rap a 4 patte alors je clak jai connu la prime et le bac garçon tu te garde kan tu mé a placé des string dans les bac c de oo4 lannée dmon 4x4 mon album dans les chatre 91 sur mes plake c l'heur de contrepa tu grille les etapes je tri mes cartes et apresen je vise les chatre le rap et moi c comme le bise et le catch vise les chatre respecte sa komme les big et les black terorisé le!
Refrain:
Mon son, mon blé vazi di moi si le rap est mort.Mon block, mon beat, mon mic, ma foi dit moi si le rap est mort.
masil, mon block, mon son ma voi di moi si le rap est mort Ol'kain du showbiznes un jour on va tsaigner
Soprano:
A la bouche pa dmarie-jeanne ke les pied djaki chan ton mauvai dentifrice fo ktu risene eh!
Ol'kainry:
Sopra et moi on est trop puissan tu test on est 600 on pete san prendre le chiche on mat les pect son les t-shirt
Soprano:
eh oh ma bombone d'oxigene c le rap d'indigene depui k'Bouche est dev'nu le barbier a Houseme
Ol'kainry:
juste Mikeal aigre 12 caché dans ma blousse donc jrap avec mon couz va voir le son de bousi slach jte fé des bisou tu capt mon coté groovi c tac-tac comme zizou l'enpact de laurent voulsi et le flow de demon et chemin revolutionair tu croi axe cramé main non ta perdu le sous main c der! on va saigner le hip-hop, trainer, reveiller vais le le hip-hop jvais etre le premier dans ltop ma clik ma aïse mon ghetto mon groove ma classe ma foi mon betto mon houme mister Ol'kain
Refrain:
Mon son, mon blé vazi me le di moi si le rap est mort.Mon block, mon beat, mon mic, ma foi dit moi si le rap est mort.
masil, mon block, mon son ma voi di moi si le rap est mort Soprano fils d'os un jour on va tsaigner
Mon son, mon blé vazi di moi si le rap est mort.Mon block, mon beat, mon mic, ma foi dit moi si le rap est mort.
masil, mon block, mon son ma voi di moi si le rap est mort Ol'kain du showbiznese un jour on va tsaigner
Soprano:
Eh fredi c sa Psy4 ok! c sa csa unité! arrete dire ke le rap est mort merde! faut kon avance tous emsemble dans lmeme sens c sa ok pa dsens rien a foutre

Rap Game

Soprano:
I ain't got charisma, but I don't care, honey, I'm here, just me, a girl from the hood selling stacks with rhymes like mortar, a small state growing up in the crash with my crew, my name is Soprano, the blocks' favorite gun, the black magnet, friends like magnets, the voice of M.A.R.S it's gonna hurt, slash, her track, her last one.
My pen dipped in my blankets for the halls, the end of each of my verses has the sound of a shell falling to the ground. I learned to live with wounds since the playground in the park, always at peace whether there's a plan or not, but I gotta get out, gotta get the family out of the projects, gotta get out of Le Pen's land, he started "My Camp 2". I got razor-sharp rhymes for those who talk behind their beards, for those who say rap is dead with crypto under their cloak but their desire is still as dark as when you have a bloody rap like the last one that made us happy.
Chorus:
My sound, my money, come on tell me if rap is dead. My block, my beat, my mic, my faith, tell me if rap is dead.
Marseille, my block, my sound, my voice, tell me if rap is dead. Soprano, daughter of the bone, one day we'll bleed.
Ol'kainry:
You tell me we're gonna seal rap; I'm in my universe when I scratch, I know the rappers want claps, Universal wants plaques, times are rough, the big names are cracking, and all the guys in the blocks are starting to think we're black, these are acts, Sopra and me, I think we agree, my rap is good like Black V, boom boom like Django Jack, call me RM on the black oko, I got the bars that scratch me and now I'm eager to take our raps on all fours, so I clap, I knew the bonus and the baccalaureate, boy you hold back when you put me to place thongs in the bins, it's from oo4, the year of my 4x4, my album in the charts, 91 on my plates, it's time to counterattack, you skip steps, I sort my cards and then I aim for the charts, rap and me it's like kissing and wrestling, aim for the charts, respect it like the big guys and the black guys, terrorize it!
Chorus:
My sound, my money, come on tell me if rap is dead. My block, my beat, my mic, my faith, tell me if rap is dead.
Marseille, my block, my sound, my voice, tell me if rap is dead. Ol'kain of showbiz, one day we'll bleed.
Soprano:
No Mary Jane in my mouth, just Jackie Chan feet, your bad toothpaste, you need to brush again, eh!
Ol'kainry:
Sopra and I are too powerful, you test, we're 600, we fart without taking a chickpea, we put our pecs on the t-shirts
Soprano:
eh oh my oxygen bomb, it's the rap of the indigenous since Bouche became Houseme's barber
Ol'kainry:
just Mikeal sour 12 hidden in my blouse so I rap with my cousin go see the sound of sloppy slash I blow you kisses you get my groovy side it's tac-tac like zizou the impact of laurent voulsi and the flow of demon and revolutionary path you think axe burned but no you lost the underlay it's over! we're gonna bleed hip-hop, drag it, wake it up I'm gonna be the first in the top my click my ease my ghetto my groove my class my faith my betto my man mister Ol'kain
Chorus:
My sound, my money, come on tell me if rap is dead. My block, my beat, my mic, my faith, tell me if rap is dead.
Marseille, my block, my sound, my voice, tell me if rap is dead. Soprano, daughter of the bone, one day we'll bleed.
My sound, my money, come on tell me if rap is dead. My block, my beat, my mic, my faith, tell me if rap is dead.
Marseille, my block, my sound, my voice, tell me if rap is dead. Ol'kain of showbiz, one day we'll bleed.
Soprano:
Eh Freddy that's Psy4 ok! that's it, that's unity! stop saying that rap is dead damn it! we gotta move forward all together in the same direction that's it ok no direction nothing to do