Ruste Juxx — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The Walking Dead
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « The Walking Dead » de Ruste Juxx.
Paroles
The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist
Kill the cartel, rule the land with a iron fist
Ruste Juxx I be spitting that
Body new rappers, homie, watch who you getting at
Brrap, the bold cap snapback
I hit you with the brrat 'till your cap snap back
Further, knocking on them Pearly Gates
I’m organizing late funerals and early wakes
For any hot stepper trying to dance with the devil
Gravedigger, stand over your corpse with a shovel
Dropping dirt on it, fill it up then I’m out
They building something on the lands so now I gotta dig 'em out
Hoodfella, I rob for deniros
Too many lives lost for trying to be a hero
My patience is zero, I’m keeping it a hundred
Everytime I had a fight in my life I never fronted
I’m the realest
Illest man walking, night of the living dead
Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head
Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared
I’m the illest man walking, night of the living dead
Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head
Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed
Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared
I spit a murder verse scary as October 31st
House keeping, streets sweeping when doing my dirty work
Marijuana sparker, playing that drum like Travis Barker
Fam, I will valet park ya
Take your keys then get that cake before you leave
Gun talk, shooting the breeze
I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred emcees
Hard ten below, but I spit the summer degrees
That mac wind made his hat spin
There’s a million mad men in my trash bin
So when I buck at you bastards
Calm your frontline, and call it a muscle relaxer
Results of my violence is silence, we all can sleep
Me home, you six feet deep
Well-known heavy hitter, whoever want it
Everytime I step to the plate, I never bund it
I’m the illest
I’m a product of the projects, a menace to society
My consciense thinks progress but my greed thinks violently
Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back
Taking what I wanna take, homie, I’m a scumbag
So disrespectful I know my parents taught me better than that
But couldn’t keep me away from felony rap
Not talking about music, this is felony robbery
Strong arm with the uzi, intercepting the economy
Touch down, get down clown, kiss the ground
And I’m too broke to own a silencer, homie, this is loud
Matter of fact, definetely, make your ears ring
Crazy you can get shot and not feel it at first, it’s a weird thing
Pass out, wake up in the emergency room
With people you never met before nursing your wounds
Your little sister crying, doctors are inserting a tube
Down your throat, oh well, nothing personal dude
Bill is the illest
Traduction des paroles
Ma conscience pense le progrès mais ma cupidité pense violemment
Donne-moi ça, cours ça, tue-moi ou je reviens
Je prends ce que je veux, mec, je suis une ordure
Si irrespectueux je sais que mes parents m'ont appris mieux que ça
Mais je ne pouvais pas m'éloigner du rap criminel
Ne parle pas de musique, c'est un vol criminel
Bras fort avec l'uzi, interceptant l'économie
Toucher le sol, descendre clown, baiser le sol
Et je suis trop fauché pour posséder un silencieux, homie, c'est fort
En fait, définitivement, faites sonner vos oreilles
Fou, vous pouvez vous faire tirer dessus et ne pas le sentir au début, c'est une chose étrange
S'évanouir, se réveiller dans la salle d'urgence
Avec des gens que vous n'avez jamais rencontrés avant de soigner vos blessures
Votre petite soeur pleure, les médecins insèrent un tube
Au fond de ta gorge, Oh bien, rien de personnel mec
Bill est le plus malade