To keep on this raw shit in France. It is a song from a guy from the toughest city in France ( la Castelanne, Marseille ). He started to make a bit of noise since he got out of jail a year ago. Slz - Traceur ua-cam.com/video/vCt7WG-LKYs/v-deo.html
Two guys in black on a T max will come to light you up Always the same in the jail-yard going psychotic The years passes, I’m going older I ain’t got time to care about them I don’t vent to a woman they end up controlling you We grew up in the darkest places of Marseille This bitch want to suck us cause we making some money To learn how to lift it we at to make some sun ( crash the bike ) Like a kid of a son of a whore we’re gonna lift you by the ears Cut up 3k on the picture (100g of ash ) put everything at the garage We hit with rage until we break our fists I just got out I wanna fuck everything up, I don’t have time to hang arround anymore Get the package we want the cash there’s no exchange 13016, you know the matricule We don’t stutter in front of anyone, yes we are articulate If we’re going it’s over, there’s no way we surrender For a ticket we blow your spine or we break your clavicle Today I’m re stating we don’t like traitors You shouldn’t move arround we tie you up at the look of the house We hold on his balls, like that for no reasons To have a big body you don’t have to be a drug boss Everything we say we do We some infinite money I grew up like a piranha between all of those big fishes And yeah we smoking the poison Asshole don’t raise your voice I still have a lot of brothers in between 4 walls I’m lost, I’m running in the middle of the ocean I don’t know how’s good anymore, who to watch out for So I cutted ties, I am walking straight forward Be careful of the little hot head one day he’s gonna be a boss I some friends in jail that make more money than outside Don’t act like a bison if you can’t hold a one on one Sewed on the logo it’s the North hood’s of Marseille It only take one trahison, so we can know where you sleep And don’t think we are docile, life hasn’t gifted us Little I was in cage, while you was eating your snacks The objective is set. A viking’s mentality Even if I can’t box, for my pride I’ll step on the ring. One day an hold head whispered me « no bodies, no dead » I stopped breathing and started gettin some crazy toughts The old days we would drag on the old port To go spend at « Lacoste » it was almost like our sponsor They play the big gangsters, they hit on they wife and they momma My mom told me « My son be careful of the sayings » With the time we grow up money makes us crazy Kept on being a hoe now you end up like a rotten meat Sitting on the chair I am getting head from Sharon On the other side there’s Maïsa that’s playing jealousy Apparently she has the blues Apparently she only loves me But she went and hoed arround when I was in jail for months At the stadium with one day we get back up we get arround the searches We have to much pride we can’t give a fuck When you burry an AK better be some rice so it’s doesn’t rot Your the type to say « don’t worry » and be coming back with nothing When I grip the cold calibre against my skin it scratches me If you don’t leave us the choice we will burn your body At the end what I misses the most is going on hunting « Mino » called me back, we came to shoot you up Tatata it’s the noise of the shooter That’s resonating like Thor’s hammer, in full storm This bitch think she’s a city girl We laugh out with all of our hearts while rolling a 3 leaf They talk on they friends for a little buzz The mental and the strength, ??? I light up my torche, no sorry it’s my buzz At the same time ngl I go a bit hard on the dosage (x3)
the clip was shot in Marseille city Les Flamants and Nanterre but it comes from Paris in the department of 92 in Nanterre
React to Carlito - la guitare please
ZT ft Titof - Trafiquant.
To keep on this raw shit in France. It is a song from a guy from the toughest city in France ( la Castelanne, Marseille ). He started to make a bit of noise since he got out of jail a year ago. Slz - Traceur
ua-cam.com/video/vCt7WG-LKYs/v-deo.html
It’s not a pride to say that. But the more the time passes the more it gets like that arround France. Everywhere
Two guys in black on a T max will come to light you up
Always the same in the jail-yard going psychotic
The years passes, I’m going older
I ain’t got time to care about them
I don’t vent to a woman they end up controlling you
We grew up in the darkest places of Marseille
This bitch want to suck us cause we making some money
To learn how to lift it we at to make some sun ( crash the bike )
Like a kid of a son of a whore we’re gonna lift you by the ears
Cut up 3k on the picture (100g of ash ) put everything at the garage
We hit with rage until we break our fists
I just got out I wanna fuck everything up, I don’t have time to hang arround anymore
Get the package we want the cash there’s no exchange
13016, you know the matricule
We don’t stutter in front of anyone, yes we are articulate
If we’re going it’s over, there’s no way we surrender
For a ticket we blow your spine or we break your clavicle
Today I’m re stating we don’t like traitors
You shouldn’t move arround we tie you up at the look of the house
We hold on his balls, like that for no reasons
To have a big body you don’t have to be a drug boss
Everything we say we do
We some infinite money
I grew up like a piranha between all of those big fishes
And yeah we smoking the poison
Asshole don’t raise your voice
I still have a lot of brothers in between 4 walls
I’m lost, I’m running in the middle of the ocean
I don’t know how’s good anymore, who to watch out for
So I cutted ties, I am walking straight forward
Be careful of the little hot head one day he’s gonna be a boss
I some friends in jail that make more money than outside
Don’t act like a bison if you can’t hold a one on one
Sewed on the logo it’s the North hood’s of Marseille
It only take one trahison, so we can know where you sleep
And don’t think we are docile, life hasn’t gifted us
Little I was in cage, while you was eating your snacks
The objective is set. A viking’s mentality
Even if I can’t box, for my pride I’ll step on the ring.
One day an hold head whispered me « no bodies, no dead »
I stopped breathing and started gettin some crazy toughts
The old days we would drag on the old port
To go spend at « Lacoste » it was almost like our sponsor
They play the big gangsters, they hit on they wife and they momma
My mom told me « My son be careful of the sayings »
With the time we grow up money makes us crazy
Kept on being a hoe now you end up like a rotten meat
Sitting on the chair I am getting head from Sharon
On the other side there’s Maïsa that’s playing jealousy
Apparently she has the blues
Apparently she only loves me
But she went and hoed arround when I was in jail for months
At the stadium with one day we get back up we get arround the searches
We have to much pride we can’t give a fuck
When you burry an AK better be some rice so it’s doesn’t rot
Your the type to say « don’t worry » and be coming back with nothing
When I grip the cold calibre against my skin it scratches me
If you don’t leave us the choice we will burn your body
At the end what I misses the most is going on hunting
« Mino » called me back, we came to shoot you up
Tatata it’s the noise of the shooter
That’s resonating like Thor’s hammer, in full storm
This bitch think she’s a city girl
We laugh out with all of our hearts while rolling a 3 leaf
They talk on they friends for a little buzz
The mental and the strength, ???
I light up my torche, no sorry it’s my buzz
At the same time ngl I go a bit hard on the dosage (x3)
Full lyrics
Miam la bone coke