Je sais que ma franchise va me caus

Je sais que ma franchise va me causer des rancunes
J’tue le délire comme une black païenne
Recalé de toutes les boîtes, je n'fais la fête que dans ma boîte crânienne
J’ai pas de plan d'carrière, affronte la vie
Faut pas guetter en arrière car le passé ne prédit pas l’avenir
J’pars en vrille, j’suis encore avec mes potos
C’est pas qu’on avait tort, en fait, on avait raison trop tôt
Ces putains d'photos vont pas nous rendre visionnaire
Ce putain de Loto va pas nous rendre millionnaire
On connait les vingt-et-un grammes, la maladie
Mama, les euros que je gagne ne peuvent pas te payer le paradis
Cette vie nous baratine, pas de vertu
Si tu luttes, tu peux perdre, si tu n'luttes pas, tu es perdu
Alors je perdure, trop d’humour et trop de larmes
Est-ce que l’amour survit dans l’au-delà ?

[Disiz]
Oh Mama
Oh Mama, pleure pas
J'vais m’en sortir
Tu verras, j’t’en fais la promesse
Oh Mama
Mama, j'veux pas
Je vais m’en sortir
C’est ma promesse

[Disiz]
J'ai parcouru les ghettos, des quartiers Nord à Brooklyn
De la Grande Borne à Saint-Denis, de Guediawaye à Pikine
La misère en routine, la violence en roue libre
Là où les fou-rires sont des voiles sur c'qui fait souffrir
Le manque d'argent, le manque de sexe, le manque de père
Le manque de repère, ça va cruellement de paire
Là où lire est une perte de temps, on manque de tacte, et
L'espérance de vie et de changement sont compactées
Les politiques tractent et jactent et castent et
Si t'es costaud en classe ou en case, t'es acheté
Demande à Dassault... treize milliards d'euros
On n'est pas à ça près pour quelques pirates #BlackSparrow
Quelques rafales de billets tirées sur le destin d'une tess
Et les lois sont inutiles comme ce texte
Que Dieu nous protège... du Diable et de son cortège
Notre foi, c'est son hors-d'oeuvre jusqu'à nos obsèques
Sandwich, grec, foot en salle, boîte de nuit
À la recherche de la recette pour chasser cet ennui
Le bonheur en dose homéopathique
Expert en errance, en galère, on s'met en pratique
À défaut d'avoir le bonheur à portée d'main, ce sera
Le bonheur à portée d'joints
Le bonheur à portée d'tchoins, à portée d'bouteilles
J'veux nager dans l'bonheur, apporte cette bouteille
On calme nos problèmes avec d'autres problèmes
Pour changer d'projet, on fait des projets
Et, si tu grattes au fond, on aimerait changer
Mais y'a cette voix qui dit : "Faut bien manger"
"J'reprends la prière quand j'serai au top"
C'est comme si, pour prendre une douche, t'attendais d'être propre
Ou, pour apprendre, t'attendais d'être prof
Ou, pour aimer, t'attendais d'être seul
Est-ce que l'savon s'lave seul ? T'as pas besoin d'conseils ?
La vérité est en toi, on n'éclaire pas l'solei

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 1:

I know that my franchise is going to cause any me hard feelings I kill the delirium as a pagan black Reset all boxes, I don't do the feast in my cranium I have no career plan, faces life Must not watch back because the past does not predict the future I am leaving in a spin, I'm still with my potos It's not that it was wrong, in fact, it was right too early These whores of photos will not make us visionary This Lotto fucking will not make us millionaire It knows the twenty-one grams, disease Mama, the euros that I win may not pay you the paradise This life baratine us, not virtue If you struggles, you can lose if you struggles not, you are lost Then I continued, too humorous and too many tears What is love survives in the afterlife? [Adam] Oh Mama Oh Mama, not cry I go out You'll see, I worry the promise Oh Mama Mama, I do not want I'll out me This is my promise [Adam] I browsed the ghettos, North to Brooklyn neighborhoods Great Terminal at Saint-Denis, of Guediawaye Pikine Poverty in routine violence in freewheel Where the crazy laughter are sails on it makes suffer The lack of money, lack of sex, lack of father The lack of benchmarks, it will cruelly pair Where reading is a waste of time, there is a lack of touch, and The life expectancy and change are compacted Policies require and jactent and castent and If you're strong in class or in case, you are bought Request to Dassault... Thirteen billion euros It is not that close for a few pirates #BlackSparrow A few gusts of tickets drawn on the fate of a tess And laws are useless as this text That God protect us... the devil and his retinue Our faith is his appetizer to our funeral Sandwich, Greek, football room, nightclub Looking for the recipe for hunt this trouble Happiness in a homeopathic dose Expert in wandering, galley, is in practice If not happiness within reach of hand, it will be Happiness within reach of joints Happiness within reach of tchoins, within reach of bottles I want to swim in the happiness, brings this bottle We quiet our issues with other issues To change project, making projects And, if you scratch the bottom, we would like to change But y' has that voice that said: "Let's Eat" "I repeat the prayer when I get to the top" It is as if to take a shower, you expected to be clean Or, to learn, you expected to be prof Or to love, you expected to be alone What is the SOAP to wash only? You don't need tips? The truth is within you, it does not illuminate the solei

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

I know my frankness will cause me grudges
J'tue delirium as a pagan black
flunked all the boxes, I n'fais party in my skull
I have no career plan faces life
Must not watch back because the past does not predict the future
J'pars spin, I'm still with my potos
It's not that we were wrong, in fact, we were right too soon
These photos of whores go not make us visionary
This fucking Loto going to make us millionaire
is known twenty-one grams, disease
Mama, euro I earn can not pay you the paradise
This life baratine us, no virtue
if you struggle you can lose if you n'luttes not, you are lost
Then I continue, too humorous and too many tears
Do love survives in the afterlife? [Disiz] Oh Mama Oh Mama, not cry I'll get out You'll see, j't'en make the promise Oh Mama Mama, I do not want I'll get out This is my promise [Disiz] I have read the ghettos of North Brooklyn neighborhoods From the Grande Borne in Saint-Denis, of Guédiawaye in Pikine The routine misery, violence coasting Where are insane laughter veils over c'qui hurts Lack of money, lack sex, lack of father Lack of reference, it goes along cruelly Where reading is a waste of time, lack of tacte and life expectancy are compacted and change policies and towing an implement and castent and jactent If you're tough in class or box, you're bought Requests Dassault thirteen billion euros ... It is not that close for a few pirates #BlackSparrow few tickets gusts drawn on the fate of a tess And the laws are unnecessary as text May God protect us ... the Devil and his retinue Our ​​faith is the appetizer to our funeral Sandwich, Greek, indoor football, nightclub In search of the recipe to drive away boredom Happiness in homeopathic doses Expert wandering in galley, one s'met practice default To have happiness within reach of hand, it will be happiness in range of seals Happiness is within range tchoins, within range of bottles swim J'veux in happiness, brings this bottle is calm our problems with other issues To change project, made ​​plans and, if you scratch the Basically, we would like to change, but there's that voice that says "Must eat" "J'reprends prayer when j'serai to top" It is as if, for a shower, expecting you to be clean Or, learn, expecting you to be prof Or, like, you expect to be alone Is the soap alone s'lave? You do not need advice? The truth is in you, it does not illuminate the solei

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 3:

i know that my honesty will cause resentment, i kill him just like a black heathen. failed all the boxes, i do not have the party in my skull. i don't have a plan to face the life, career, don't wait for back because it does not predict the future i get lost, i'm with my mates, it's not that we were wrong,it was too early, the fucking pictures won't make the fucking lottery's vision, we make a millionaire. as we know, twenty one grams, disease, mama, i win the euro cannot afford the heaven, this life we talk, no virtue, if you fight, you lose, if you don't fight, you are lost, so i continuedtoo much humor and too many tears, is that love survives in the afterlife? [disiz
]
oh mama, mama, don't cry, i'll go out. you see, i promise you, oh mama, mama, i don't want to. i'll go out, this is my promise. "[]. i've been disiz ghettos, block the north brooklyn, the only saint denis, guediawaye in pikine)poverty in routine, violence free wheeling, where laughing are shadows on it hurts, lack of money, lack of sex, the lack of a father, the lack of reference, it is very a pair, where reading is a waste of time, there is a lack of a soft touch, and life expectancy are compacted, and change in policies and jactent and castent and pullif you're strong as a class or in a box, you are bought, to view. 13 billion euros. it is not that close to a few pirates #blacksparrow. notes from a few rounds on the fate of tess, and the laws are useless, as the text, god help us. the devil and his retinue, our faith is an appetizer to the funeral of sandwich coursesoccer, club, looking for the recipe for trouble. 'happiness expert doses, wandering, struggling, it is put into practice, in the absence of happiness within, it will be a joy to reach happiness within joints. tchoins, range of bottles, i want to be in the joy, bring the bottle.we calm our further problems for change project, we made plans. and, if you're at the bottom, we'd like to change, but there's a voice that says, "eat", "i am praying when i'm on top", it is like to be a shower, you expect to own or to learn you expect to be a teacher, or to love, waiting for you to be alone.what is the soap wash. you don't need advice. the truth is you don't shine in the sun