Below is the lyrics of the song Mec de la rue , artist - LeTo with translation
Original text with translation
LeTo
Il s’est fait tirer dessus pour des kilos de cocaïne, il a passé sa vie dans
une sale banlieue
Il bédave as-p lui, il préfère les armes à feu, trop d’ennemis mais ça risque
d’empirer (ça risque d’empirer)
Prend sa part de business, pas le temps pour les fes-meu, il est rempli
d’ambition, ça risque de faire mal
Il court après le million que pour la famille, impossible de dormir,
au cas où si les flics viennent
Il veut tout et tout de suite, quitte à mourir pour ça, il aime trop les meufs
qui dansent dans les tes-boî
Il peut sortir le bang bang si c’est pour son terrain, Versace ou Dolce,
toujours bien accordé ('dé)
C’est qu’un mec de la rue (wesh, wesh)
C’est qu’un mec de la rue (wesh, wesh)
C’est qu’un mec de la rue (wesh, wesh)
Il va sûrement mourir dans un hall de la cité (de la cité), mais pour l’instant
faut ramasser un tas d’blé, y a que ça dans sa te-tê
Il a confiance en personne (il a confiance en personne), à part son Smith &
Wesson (à part son Smith & Wesson)
Il a confiance en personne (il a confiance en personne), à part son Smith &
Wesson (badaboum, badaboum, badaboum)
Il fait sa peine sur un pied, il ressort plus déter', Golf 7 R, quand il tourne
dans la ville
Il veut tous les points d’vente pour combler sa faim, mais même quand c’est du
sale, il le fait comme il faut
Il a des bosseurs, qui bicravent midi-minuit, il a même plus d’cœur,
c’est tout pour le trafic
Rempli de haine depuis qu’il est tout petit, les microbes veulent le fumer,
ils en peuvent plus
Avant d’lui passer, la recette revérifie, ce bâtard, pour son gent-ar,
c’est une crapule
Smith & Wisson dans la sacoche LV, avec lui, fais pas l’chaud ou faudra assumer
C’est qu’un mec de la rue (wesh, wesh)
C’est qu’un mec de la rue (wesh, wesh)
C’est qu’un mec de la rue (wesh)
Il va sûrement mourir dans un hall de la cité (de la cité), mais pour l’instant
faut ramasser un tas d’blé, y a que ça dans sa te-tê
Il a confiance en personne (il a confiance en personne), à part son Smith &
Wesson (à part son Smith & Wesson)
Il a confiance en personne (il a confiance en personne), à part son Smith &
Wesson (badaboum, badaboum, badaboum)
Il va sûrement mourir dans un hall de la cité (de la cité), mais pour l’instant
faut ramasser un tas d’blé, y a que ça dans sa te-tê
Il a confiance en personne (il a confiance en personne), à part son Smith &
Wesson (à part son Smith & Wesson)
Il a confiance en personne (il a confiance en personne), à part son Smith &
Wesson (badaboum, badaboum, badaboum)
He got shot for pounds of cocaine, he spent his life in
a dirty suburb
He jokes as-p him, he prefers guns, too many enemies but it risks
to get worse (it might get worse)
Take his share of business, no time for fes-meu, he's full
ambition, it might hurt
He runs after the million that for the family, impossible to sleep,
just in case if the cops come
He wants everything and immediately, even if it means dying for it, he loves girls too much
who dance in your boi
He can pull out the bang bang if it's for his land, Versace or Dolce,
always well tuned ('dé)
He's just a street nigga (wesh, wesh)
He's just a street nigga (wesh, wesh)
He's just a street nigga (wesh, wesh)
He will surely die in a hall of the city (of the city), but for now
you have to pick up a pile of wheat, that's all in your head
He trusts no one (He trusts no one), except his Smith &
Wesson (apart from his Smith & Wesson)
He trusts no one (He trusts no one), except his Smith &
Wesson (badaboum, badaboum, badaboum)
He struggles on one foot, he comes out more determined, Golf 7 R, when he turns
in the city
He wants all the outlets to satisfy his hunger, but even when it's hard
dirty, he does it right
He's got hard-working people, who work from noon to midnight, he even has more heart,
it's all for the traffic
Filled with hate since he was little, the germs want to smoke him,
they can't take it anymore
Before passing him, the recipe rechecks, this bastard, for his gent-ar,
it's a scoundrel
Smith & Wisson in the LV bag, with him, don't be hot or you'll have to assume
He's just a street nigga (wesh, wesh)
He's just a street nigga (wesh, wesh)
He's just a street nigga (wesh)
He will surely die in a hall of the city (of the city), but for now
you have to pick up a pile of wheat, that's all in your head
He trusts no one (He trusts no one), except his Smith &
Wesson (apart from his Smith & Wesson)
He trusts no one (He trusts no one), except his Smith &
Wesson (badaboum, badaboum, badaboum)
He will surely die in a hall of the city (of the city), but for now
you have to pick up a pile of wheat, that's all in your head
He trusts no one (He trusts no one), except his Smith &
Wesson (apart from his Smith & Wesson)
He trusts no one (He trusts no one), except his Smith &
Wesson (badaboum, badaboum, badaboum)
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