Rick Ross — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Amsterdam
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Amsterdam » de Rick Ross.
Paroles
We get ghost
You already know what it is Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit!
Bright lights and dark corners, it’s night embark on us Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start
Now the same cat drive in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I’m a member, they’ll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers who slither with me Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standing in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil
These boys going blind they just happy being free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all decease
These boys snort lines I’m fine just sipping wine
Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind
I’m Barry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo?
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on Real nigga to the day that I’m deceased
Even then I pray I’m living through the beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch
The Hublot’s cool but my Terminator’s foolish
All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you, as long as you’re getting rich
Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange
Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that’s a nigga pocket change
These niggas acting like they want a war!
When it come to whacking niggas I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?
I’m riding in some shit only I can afford
Shouldn’t claim the hood til you build a report
Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour
I’m laughing at the people who label me poor
Now I piss on Europeans, you’d think it was porn
I’m Barry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo?
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on Real nigga to the day that I’m deceased
Even then I pray I’m living through the beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf
I’m speaking on unwritten laws — the code of the streets
I’m not the type of nigga that you bump into at a 7−11 and just pull your
pistol on him
And do what the fuck you want to do Niggas like me, you gotta get permission homie!
And that could take a long time!
In that time, I’mma handle my muthafuckin business.
Ruugh! Ruugh!
It’s the red light district, nigga this Amsterdam
Wherever the fuck I’m at It’s a no go
We greenlight you bitch niggas
Rozay!
Traduction des paroles
Maintenant, je pisse sur les Européens, vous penseriez que c'était du porno
Je suis Barry Gordy dans la rue
Avec un kilo?
Je veux être là quand chacun de mes enfants nés
Du sang cru, cent acres chacun pour vivre sur de vrais négros jusqu'au jour où je suis décédé
Même alors je prie je vis à travers les battements
Dope boy, vous pouvez dire par mes sneaks
Brûler Amsterdam vert où il tombe comme une feuille
Je parle de lois non écrites - le code des rues
Je ne suis pas le genre de négro que vous tombez dans un 7-11 et juste tirer votre
pistolet sur lui
Et fais ce que tu veux faire des négros comme moi, tu dois avoir la permission homie!
Et cela pourrait prendre beaucoup de temps!
À ce moment-là, je m'occupe de mon affaire de muthafuckin.
Ruugh! Ruugh!
C'est le quartier rouge, cet Amsterdam
Où que je sois putain c'est un non aller
On vous donne le feu vert salope négros
Rozay!