Ghostface Killah — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Apollo Kids
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Apollo Kids » de Ghostface Killah.
Paroles
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
All y’all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh
Stealin' my light, huh
Watch me, duke, watch me
Yo, check these up top murderers
Snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon
Catch me in the corner not speakin'
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli, Wally’s look stink
He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his Heini for him
Everybody break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I’m about to throw hair on your back
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my imposters scream they’re ill
I’m the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center
Debut '93 LP told you to enter
Punk faggot niggas stealing my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma
Beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails
Hit the shells at Paul’s Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Dorothy try to judge these
Plus Degrees, sessical, rasta fiends
Getting waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
And tell lies too, I’m the ultimate
Splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
Student enroll holding it
A-yo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV
Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi
As we approach your hood, the Gods bail
See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail
Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real
A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, twenty dollars off no tax
Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn’t looking, splashed in the puddle
Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up
Moseyed off gracefully, New York’s most wanted cheeba hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, I stole the pastries
Same Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last seen Manhattan Chase
Withdrew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, title is Hell-bound
Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound
Yo, yo, yo
We split a fair one, Poconos money
Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear
Yo, and taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, stashed in Grant’s Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion
Knowing now, we copped the block off, the chain tri-color
Freezing in velour, icicle galore
Gas station light gleaming on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans
Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams
Pose for the stand-off, mad timid
Hoping that the gun fall, guessing like lottery balls, yo
Traduction des paroles
Ne regardait pas, éclaboussé dans la flaque d'eau
Chienne rire, première pensée a été battre la chienne
Moseyed off gracieusement, le plus recherché cheeba hawk de New York
Vu la route de briques jaunes, j'ai volé les pâtisseries
Même Ghostface, Saint dans l'esprit
Vu pour la dernière fois Manhattan Chase
Retiré le six-huit chiffres dans la mallette
Rawness, le titre est infernal
Rapide à recharger autour des visages, surround look étonnant
Yo, yo, yo
Nous avons partagé un juste, Poconos argent
Gin rami avec éblouissement, repérer le boiteux, mordu son oreille
Yo, et goûtez une cuillère à café, 300 hommes de main, planquer des ballons
Enfermé dans les salles de laboratoire, frappé avec le Glock, planqué dans la Tombe de Grant
Cadencé comme un patient, ses stocks tombent, Invasion hustle
Sachant maintenant, nous avons coupé le bloc, la chaîne tricolore
GEL en velours, glaçon à gogo
Station d'essence lumière brillant sur le mur
Flic WiseGuy confitures, James Bond vans
Niggas flipped Timbs, Rock bateaux sous l'eau, regarder les palourdes
Poser pour le stand-off, mad timide
En espérant que le pistolet tombe, deviner comme des boules de loterie, yo