Blanka traducción al Inglés

Brother , They all asks me to help them
But I'm nothing without this money
I roll me up a blunt to get away
My soul was twisted, twisted by Corbeil-Essonnes
i'm afraid a little for me , A lot for you
I try to be nice but humans makes me black
There are still some good people, I keep hope
I would not be the same without mine or without the black
I'm going around the room
At night I go around the city
A gourd, I act like a bum when this fucking life starts to annoy me
And if this life is not good, I will not kiss it
I don't want to be like the king
I'm better than that
Nervous as a team without liquid
Looking for happiness, I sink into the void
Time goes on your face
The chrono 'hurts me the bide

I see the world a little upside down

I attract white whores to black feelings

I've got the bullets, I won't cower

I don't give a fuck, if you run your mouth hmm

It's the street that ruins you
You know, will not mess with
It's AD teasing

Coco does not play kéké, arrives like Kaká
A little boosted, a shady back like Blanka
Under Jamaican, I go out a flow like Sanka

I put on my cap, she will always remind me
This time when I was holding the walls
I soften the flow, the look so hard
I am destroyed by building the future of mine
I question myself with tears in my wine
I said "my shadow, you know, you should run away"
To believe that she knew what I will be doing in the future
I have that tics
To the smell of money (I counted)
I hide, I count cash
Money in the bedroom
Like yesterday, like tomorrow or the day before yesterday
Nothing changes except that I'm older (motherfucker)
I'm always gang
In my thirties, I always bang
She remembers my kidney
On the triple chain gang (gang, gang, gang)
I smoke and then I pull in pronation (in pronation)

I take my dick in extra time (extra time)

I'm serene in this body for rent
I'm one hundred percent of my ten percent
in this eye-for-eye mouth-on-d#ck era

And I'm moving on to the green in hundreds of euro bills

Heart not so white and I pray anyway
I mouris, I have the scent of walleye
There are very few angels to support me

I've got the bullets, I won't cower

I don't give a fuck, if you run your mouth hmm
It's the street that ruins you
You know, will not mess with
It's AD teasing
Coco does not play kéké, arrives like Kaká
A little boosted, a shady back like Blanka
Under Jamaican, I go out a flow like Sanka