Fes Taylor — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson New York
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « New York » de Fes Taylor.
Paroles
We about to blow, you faggot niggaz ain’t ready, man
Know I mean? (Return of The Milli)
Dini forever, man, L.I., Baby Pa, L.G.P.
(You niggaz ain’t ready) Get Fresh Crew
Let’s do it (You don’t got a choice but to get ready)
Yo, I flow through, anti-social
You clown niggaz loco, I fuck bad bitches on every postal
Move and you see it come through with new recruits
Cuz I keep baggies and boots, and niggaz’ll shoot
Like I said before I write it on spot, I’m going straight to the top
Like the yae when it touches the pot
Only the kid Dini can do this, smooth but I’m ruthless
Violators get chased down and beat toothless
Two of the kicks sounding like the tank let off
We and Taylor hopped in the '07 shit and jet off
Grandpa asleep, I’m in the room chopping grams
How dare you faggot fucks ever try to bite the hand
of the man that feeds you, the man that leads you
Guerilla warfare, motherfucker, we breed crews
Bang on you faggot ass clowns
All you cowards scatter like fucking roaches when you hear that sound
Yea, huh…
New York, New York
Yo, yo, check it They say a measure of a man is measured by his accomplishments
When you wack, fool, you get no acknowledgement
Just gotta swallow it, back to the drawing board
When it gets too tough and we might write some songs for y’all
Hit it like Arthur with murderous ways
With the help of my niggaz we’ll take over this place
Just like a moment of fate, it was written in the cards
Like the Sun was a line between the moon and the stars
And by the way, my name is the Pa I done fathered many styles on the Shao' so get ready for more
You never know what he’s holding in store
You gotta guess it’s ugly
Been through the line of fire so I bet the rest is nothing
I figure less discussion, more action and destruction
At anyone who has the audac' to try and send me something
Myspace.com, we got spins like Flex dropped the bomb
Modern day King Kong, alright, building in my palm
Twin Tower of P, that’s my my charm
This ain’t back in the days, my beeper’s gone
Yea, we on that Nextel chirp, I got work
I promote like I got milk right in the dirt
Uh-huh, feel the worms and the snakes pass by My cash buy, anything I want so I ain’t gotta ask why
Fast fry like french fries, cuz my cash pries
Ultimate hustler but I don’t got Damon Dash ties
Now I arise from the dead, my niggaz lost lives and they bled
Blow it through Mexico, hide it from the feds
Yea, yea, Federallis, firearms, you never carry
See me crack a smile, not necessarily happy
I growl at the beat, I’m just starting to bark
Then I bite, step on ya toes, paw on ya Clark’s
Ferrari is parked, you shook when the lobby is dark
The beat gasoline, probably’ll spark
Fire, nigga, fire alarms, stop, look, admire the Don
Cars on cinder blocks, tires is gone
Fly as the Fonz, never went bronze
But I’m trying to stunt gold sold this pair of LeBrons
How we do things, even my shoes bling
Willie Rocks, tell 'em these ain’t rhymes, those in a shoe string
This my new thing, Taylor and Pa Bazil
Dini, Lis, Gil put his cards on the table
We dealing with a royal flush
So when you peasents in the presence of royalty, shut up and hush
Traduction des paroles
King Kong moderne, d'accord, construire dans ma paume
Tour jumelle de P, c'est mon mon charme
Ce n'est pas de retour dans le temps, mon bip est parti
Oui, nous sur ce gazouillis Nextel, j'ai du travail
Je fais de la promotion comme si j'avais du lait dans la saleté
Uh-huh, sentir les vers et les serpents passer par mon achat d'argent, tout ce que je veux donc je n'ai pas à demander pourquoi
Frire rapide comme des frites, parce que mes pries de trésorerie
Ultime hustler mais je N'ai pas Damon Dash cravates
Maintenant, je me lève d'entre les morts, mon niggaz a perdu des vies et ils ont saigné
Faites-le passer par le Mexique, cachez-le aux fédéraux
Oui, Oui, Federallis, armes à feu, vous ne portez jamais
Voyez-moi craquer un sourire, pas nécessairement heureux
Je grogne au rythme, je commence juste à aboyer
Puis je mords, marche sur ya orteils, patte sur ya Clark
Ferrari est garée, vous avez tremblé quand le hall est sombre
L'essence de battement, probablement étincelle
Feu, négro, alarmes incendie, arrêtez, regardez, admirez le Don
Voitures sur parpaings, pneus est parti
Voler comme le Fonz, jamais allé bronze
Mais j'essaie de cascader gold vendu cette paire de LeBrons
Comment nous faisons les choses, même mes chaussures bling
Willie Rocks, dis-leur que ce ne sont pas des rimes, celles dans une corde à chaussures
Ce mon nouveau truc, Taylor et Pa Bazil
Dini, Lis, Gil a mis ses cartes sur la table
On a affaire à une quinte flush royale
Alors, quand vous petits pois en présence de la royauté, tais-toi et tais-toi