Rick Ross — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Valley Of Death
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Valley Of Death » de Rick Ross.
Paroles
The meek shall inhieret the earth
Thats what the bible says
I need it.
Walk like a giant
Talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed destined for a thriump
David or Galaith
Hate me or admire
Kush burns slow as I chase my desire
Embrace my empire
Batta boy eat fire
Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite
Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey I’m gon be the devil
Be him cause I’m clever
Beat him at whatever
You never was a G nigga unit aint even togetha
New york’s unified down south love dat
When we get to shine? muthafuckas where the love at?
Real niggas gettin money betta log on Think da games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone
Imagine when this song gone
When ya phone off, there’s only one to call on I mean if I die today
I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord
I’m bigger than a title, bigger than a name
You could label me the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater
Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar
Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter
Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
Say he got aids, tellin' people that it’s lupus
Not the one just to jump to conclusions
I’m gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance
Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers
Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'
Look like you could use us When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I’m at today
Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack
Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
Young nigga 15 with 3 C’s
From that very day I carried on the 3 C’s
Can’t criticize niggas tryna get jobs
Better get smart, young brotha live yours
Only live once and I got 2 kids
And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs
I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
And pray over the meatloaf
I’m lookin' at the big picture
Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer
I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the
The opportunity to just get a record deal
And now I sign artists
Thank you, lord
Traduction des paroles
Gardé une belle, montre smokin' sur une centaine de sac
À l'époque, j'ai vendu du crack pour de beaux coups de pied
Skippin ' école, j'ai vu mon ami poignardé avec un pic à glace
Jeune nigga 15 avec 3 C
A partir de ce jour même j'ai porté sur les 3 C
Ne peut pas critiquer niggas tryna obtenir un emploi
Mieux vaut être intelligent, jeune brotha vivre le vôtre
Seulement vivre une fois et j'ai 2 enfants
Et pour moi pour les nourrir je reçois 2 concerts
Je mélange la merde, je PDG pour qu'on puisse s'incliner la tête
Et prier sur le pain de viande
Je suis lookin' à la grande image
Gardez une chienne avec cha, tryna obtenir un peu plus riche
Je me souviens d'avoir prié pour, pour que j'obtienne juste le
L'occasion de trouver une maison de disques
Et maintenant je signe des artistes
Merci, seigneur