Freeway — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Hol Fam
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Hol Fam » de Freeway.
Paroles
Team Early
Lot of Lexus' in the building
All different avenues, you smell me?
(Benji style, Benji style, Benji style…)
I got a lot of bars, I got a lot of burners
Hold it down for my niggas that’s behind bars
I got a lot of raps, I got a lot of straps
Got that 650 grand Coup, I’m a trap star
My beard big and it’s awkward, my voice different
They said it’d be hard to market and yet I cornered the market
Ten years later, I’m still here
And people whose careers started when mine started careers departed
I am, lion-hearted, I’m a a rare breed
I’m my father’s only seed, I’m my mother’s only offspring
Buck shot’s up in the Mossberg, boss things
My bitch got me feelin' like Sam Rothstein
I’m b’out to LA clip her, we all sinners
But the best of us sinners are those who are repent
Neck froze, wrist froze, and it’s barely even winter
On my caveman shit, about to hunt for my dinner
Come on!
We methodical with this shit
Straight up and down — nothin' flashy over here
That’s how we livin' - three the hard way
Three emcee’s doin' what they do Nothin' fake here
My young boy gon' wreck it From the Windy City
Ayo Sean — get 'em
Chyeah!
You see I’m in it for a reason, someone to believe in Learned to swim quicker 'cause I got tossed in the deep end
My cousin was a drunk, and his father was a deacon
Nonsense made sense, let that there seep in
I’ve seen a prom queen never leave the nest
And end up with more babies than dudes she had sex with
I respect it 'cause I’m as real as it gets
And I’m a terrible liar, so what you see what you get
I’m living proof, of the talent that won’t tarnish
A monster, I’m fightin', I don’t do no sparrin'
My jeep got you wranglers looking so Brett Farvrish
Claimin' I’m a 'burbanite but don’t want no problems
Put it together like no other
Hungry as a child with no mother
Twelve brothers, reppin' the three fingers
Mind on a roof with no gutter
Knifin' through butter, watchin' my thoughts hover
Come on!
Chyeah!
We raining verbal terror on y’all fake emcees
Your squad ain’t tough
Y’all peon-ass cats
Talkin' 'bout y’all killers
Y’all 16 shots can’t match
This 50 in the clip right here
Real street niggas know what it is Ayo Tek — spit at these niggas
Young nigga — fast lane
Usain Bolt of the crack game
Never gave a fuck and I still don’t
Home run show and I never bunt
No matter how much a money getter
You still looked at as a black nigga
I come through and I get salutes
I don’t even talk as much as my shooter shoots
I’m still looked at as a boss
I bounce back, after every loss
I take a minute but I’m still in it
I keep my family as my lieutenant
It’s so hard to trust outsiders
If I’m Clyde, who my Bonnie rider?
I just wanna count a million figures
And have the jails open up for my million niggas
Marchin' through your hood, stompin' on your projects
We the Lords of War — 'nough respect
Hello world — we made it Come on…
Traduction des paroles
L'esprit sur un toit sans gouttière
Knifin' dans le beurre, watchin' mes pensées hover
Viens!
Chyeah!
Nous pleuvons terreur verbale sur vous tous faux emcees
Ton équipe n'est pas dure
Vous tous les chats péons
Vous parlez de tous les tueurs
Les 16 coups ne correspondent pas
50 dans le clip ici
Réel rue niggas savoir ce que il est Ayo Tek-spit à ces niggas
Jeune mec — voie rapide
Usain Bolt du jeu de crack
Je n'en ai jamais rien à foutre et je n'en ai toujours pas
Home Run show et je ne bunt
Peu importe combien un getter d'argent
Vous avez toujours regardé comme un négro noir
Je passe et je reçois des saluts
Je ne parle même pas autant que mon tireur tire
Je suis toujours considéré comme un patron
Je rebondis, après chaque perte
Je prends une minute mais je suis toujours dedans
Je garde ma famille comme mon lieutenant
C'est si difficile de faire confiance aux étrangers
Si je suis Clyde, qui est mon Bonnie rider?
Je veux juste compter un million de chiffres
Et que les prisons ouvrent pour mes millions de négros
Marchin' par le biais de votre hotte, stompin' sur vos projets
Nous les seigneurs de la guerre — 'nough respect
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