Obligés de prendre traducción al Inglés

I mean shit. I mean, basically dawg this is
This is Compton man you feel me?
This is one of the worst cities to be in in California dawg
This is a city where goes down at
Real talking, it ain't just movie shit, real shit

I close my eyes, I see the shit
I open my eyes I see the shit (I see the shit)
I don't know any ler-dea who sells death at a loss (at a loss)
You're not who you wanted to be, too bad life is badly made
Like your enemy living your dream on your birthday
The descent is fast, the ascent is so slow
A few chromes to my star and I see only shooting stars
First day of the year, first 'ient, take out your love, I make a wish
We see our dreams suffocating, sinking, send them a lifeline

The demons are going back to sleep, I lay down my weapons, the angels are waking up
I bide my time, wait for reinforcements, lost from the first kilometer to the last hour
It's not about passion, the goal is lucrative.
I advise you to leave the lawn if you are rather fearful.
A bit like my dick, I'm bored, rush hour the city is in debt
There's no shortage of female dogs, there's no shortage of money, cash, no checks for a bit of good times
Dirty money under an iron, holy water on dirty hands
The loyalty of a brother (brother), our survival in your mass
I live, I die with my brothers, you won't last if you only count on your friends (your friends)
Homie, when you're in deep shit, only flies remember the good old days (good old days)
Nice to meet you family, how is it at home?
Here, as dollars are gray, I'm watching the moon make my fingers (finger, fingers, fingers)

No big speeches, we know the street is silent
Head in a cloud of smoke
No light, just a lit cigarette
Olives in the balls at least 7 balls guaranteed
Want to see what it's like to be up there
On the ground floor posted in the hall
Time flows like liquid, aim at the crowd aim at the vile ones
Always dream of lasting, not getting blown up, not getting stood up

Up early for change, bagged weed, scented underwear
Good boy or bad boy, frozen winter, cold feet
Get out of the shit occupied land (occupied land, occupied land)
But, but the choices assumed, behind the Imam with bent knees
Pray to the heavens to come out of the tunnel, we will do everything for it, we will be fortunate
It's fuck pasta and fuck mashed potatoes
Tell them we're flying, we're not getting fleeced.
The street is us, we are the alleys, we don't forget ok habiba
All the time, the hours we sweated (hey), the butter that flowed
The days in jail that we killed (hey), our steps engraved on ris-Pas
Don't laugh, we're crying in front of the moon, you know why we're in a bad mood

Money, emptiness and then worries, we don't commit suicide, we prefer robbery
Bravas swollen from pumping, in the cell it's fire, no firefighter
Fill our lives before we fall, get up, fall, get up again
In faith reach its peak, don't talk about my God I could hurt you
If you're a dep' don't come near me, we know the hook of life that
Blink, the image jumped, one day Fleury one day La Santé
Without being silent, open it, no myths, much more sensitive than your clitoris.
Paname, the place we live in, we put a finger in you, not your dick.
You know the job at the bar, it's save your own, not save who can (not save who can)