Différents traducción al Inglés

Hey queer, I'm coming to fart you, leave nothing, fuck her, don't dream, see you on Saturn
Pride, honesty, friendship, avoid pity, I sell death to the pub
She's good, she has to pay in kind
It is pure, the sheet is without erasures
Not major but her mouth is mature
The hash bubbles, the thumbs stick, I'm cornered
Wesh the scaly alien, you're faya, you're die
Tell me it's when you take out the Cayenne
Yeah the hyena gets loose, plays the female dog, hides
And later lines up like Ayem
Two heels sticking out of the gova
Skinny arms wielding the cobra
Homie we stick out our tongues like Manny
Love sosa, yes my bitch
Here, taste Adama's dick
Dude, I'm throwing my taga all the way to Alabama
My punch on your throat, your wife's throat
Come see the suffering tell you wallah not bad
Igo I'm wild and I shout ounga wawa
Ounga ounga, the G on the poucave
Aw aw aw, a bitter nigga
Ounga ounga, as long as we don't give a damn
I know that I am not integrated, I lose my interests
Hands in shit when they're made to bury
I know how much you would pay to have surgery
Of all this evil that seems so strong and seems to get worse
Come see me and I'll tell you the price of the dark-de-de-de
If you learned to count-ter-ter, we'll be friends, enchanted-te-te
Me it's Ade', me it's Ade' khey
Take out the 'bottle, go slap on payday
I don't want your facebook, rht ptou
You know that I have my hand on your ass
It's crystal clear, yeah it's deuss, it's violent, it's 9.1
We arrive there's powder at the wheel, there's the girl
She broke your heart, had to break her pussy
Tell the kid to his reus' give daddy a kiss
Pah, pah, pah, pah, my hatred that quen' you, I'm in polo, the rage is seen in the triceps
Blablablabla, you move away, you lose yourself in the direction of the hall, the cases soc' screw you
Hope in the trunk, luck in the cava
Forgive me but our spells are macabre
Tell me if I'm wrong or if I rap the tate-pa
Obscure is the force, the jedi is khabat
9.4 is Barça, 9.1 is Brazil
Yeah asshole, go tell Kery
Otherwise, apart from that, are you in a hurry?
No because it's not going great
Because I'm alone in my head
It was rage that raised me
That I have bicrave in the tess'
And that my underwear is not in LV
I need cash, I won't let a tear fall
Not one, not one, not one
Look good on women, look good on whores
Make beautifulk to the paws, paws, paws
Check we are alive so don't play the fool
We don't empty our bladder, a moo in the WC
Yes we want the good life, board the ferry
If you have ch-all liters, go ahead my guy make a sign
You take off, I land, soon I'm rubbing shoulders with the rich
The powder in the nostril, Caesar has a stroke
I only got him on a Wednesday, don't take him to the town hall
You call her honey, I was spanking her
Come, I'll give you an appointment, I'm from Paris, I'm in a hurry
Igo I see so many bitches, I put a leash on the PC
I put a leash on the PC, I take the game in PV
Rap is dead, I dig it up to re-bury it

My drug in the Gabbana
To the arrivals with my Gabbana
I take my- out of my Gabbana

Your sorrel in the pocket of my Gabbana

I make love at the hess' in the alley
She gets dressed, I turn around
Bismillah on the way out, bismillah on the way back
Serve the bullet hole at customs, we unpack and cut redwa
In my eyes it's emptiness, my soul is perched on the roof
I see hope in the eyes of the little ones, mashallah it smells like a dream
A dirty desire to unload, we live, we get lost, we die
Yeah, no social life, just a social life
Rap in a room, go fuck your schneck in the dirt
Sometimes I kill time, sometimes it's time that kills me
I feel mutant, so different in the queue
Yeah, I'm only good at counting, a joint of weed on my lips
Come on fuck my goodness, and with that fuck my dreams
Everything that I make coal, all the same, all cloned
Six in the morning dethroned to re-draw what is erased
How many pasta bags no longer know which knee to dance on
On which knee to dance
Ademo, Ladif
Peace and love et kiff
Everything for the family
Everything for the money
Feelings slow down
The closed heart, there I am at the bottom
You fart higher than your ass, we
Get your ass up, touch, touch the ceiling
We pull on the leash, you bark
We untie you, you lose your voice
We are the nice, burnt-out armed men aware that we are losing faith
Wesh when is the last kil'? Not tomorrow, not now
I make you dance with sorrel, with each ticket a new beat
I tackle potential junkie, I make -ient-ient faithful
Wolves staring at the moon, me being best friends with her
With us we share the hess'
The host's ass in the cash register
400, turn, we gue-lar, leave
My ark you know the address
Time a climate people change
I change when I regain my sight
We are dependent on no pocket
There I'm dark 'finding the smoke'
They have the photos then the memories
We have the memories then the photos
Yeah we don't even have the friends anymore
It's each his own benefit, his car
A big iron his mother
I take misery for a ride
A bullet for every enemy of my brother
It clicks, gala, gala
A fucking biff, the mif', one less wrinkle on my father's forehead
A fucking biff, the mif', an extra smile on my brother's face
The broad back, the narrow heart
Your relationship on a scale
If you don't flow, Madame is cold
Tonight I'm not going home
The doors are closing
And then won't open until the next season
Misery in an SLR
Return, turn, exit famous
Life gives me her ass, I don't know the taste of her lips