Lord Esperanza - Tutoyer le ciel dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

On the familiar side of the sky

[Verse 1]
Yo, L.O.
Fuck it all, fuck it all, fuck it all
My foot on your head in the turnstile
Stay in your room, contemplate what I accomplish
My genius is no longer misunderstood
Their hope of success compressed into a tupperware
Nothing has changed, I'm superior
I'm thinking about what those assholes took from me
While another octagen losesher reason in this tablet
I won't just be the first seeing what my words generate
Scrutinized by Orwell's eyes
The competition is wearing sarouels
I'm gonna love you in the bathroom, why not?
Essential, like King Heenok
L.O.R.D. is the future on track
Spit on your filthy graves
 
[Bridge]
I'm the favorite rapper of your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Afraid you've bloomed that I'm going to scare you and I'll end up with Les Enfoirés
 
[Verse 2]
The child of the century is the only one
Another sealed destiny
Revenge is eaten salty
I benefit from celestial weapons
Only mix with souls that rise
I'm going to make all my people famous
This is the team you selected
We'll cut them off
Another career in the spotlight
A single wheel on the design like a benzer on the seleçao
It's the villains I intend to accelerate
I look back, I think it's light, it's light, I see you've given up
Another son of a bitch who made a mistake
I cover them with sperm and Dom Pé'
Let it count, let it count, let it count
My music tells the story of the expected, expected, expected effect
Are you good? If not, know that we're going to leave each other
You just got out of the nightclub, you'd like to discuss
But you see, it's only between two cars that I show you my promiscuity
I didn't come from the hood, but I surprise you
She stirs all her fat on reggaeton
 
[Bridge]
I'm the favorite rapper of your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Afraid you've bloomed that I'm going to scare you and I'll end up with Les Enfoirés
 
[Verse 3]
I'm in this shit just like the double M
Speaks in ruble, yen or Bitcoin
Let your silence speak when the beat hits
I'm on your TV, I'm in the heads of these little bitches
Flash news: Internet kills emos
We'll crush your ego on Death Boulevard
All will is flattened under our ten tons
You hear my words that strike you
Their future is to post emoticons
What wouldn't you do for likes?
Cause the lens flare, the lens ignites or I killed your Leika
I feel like Michael J, their hearts implode when I take the mic
Your last memory of me is the sole of my Nike
We've copulated your female, we're going to copulate your femen
Talk Thai in your beard, know we're gonna make you eat your nems
The price of featuring is three times the GDP of Yemen
Tell me what's going on?
I'll break your head in the Plexiglas
'L.O.R.D., your text is hitting'
I just send a message, I end up in your slut in a classy textile
 
[Intro]
Ya, L.O.
Sku, sku
 
[Chorus]
Majeur-Mineur
We want to be on the same page as the sky, not the flames of hell, sku
I'm fucked up, do you know what's in my firm hands?
Sku, sku, sku
On the familiar side of the sky, not the flames of hell, L.O.
On the familiar side of the sky
 
[Verse]
Fuck your fairy tail
Black flag, it was the draft among the least brilliant draft of my embryo
You see me screaming, yeah, I'm brilliant
The Church comes out of the mouths of children, do not deny this truth
Listen 'Keep your mojo', I'm the bug in your SCART socket
Manipulates the audience as a TV series editor
She knows my name, bitch does blowjob
Who can tell me that my success is not deserved?
Go down the black slope and I'll tie you to the skis
I make love to her on Tchaikovsky
I just want you to know that we're making history as in Emily Ratajkowski
L.O, L.O, L.O
A star on the jersey, two in the sky if she wants three on her mouth and four on Uber
Five in the hoste, hostel, hostel
Beep my phone, phone, phone
Condensed purchasing power in cello', cello', cello'
I'm going to revive Bercy
Youth loses its neurons in an air supply
I'm in Milan, the salesman assimilates all my requests
I answer grazie mille then arrivederci
 
[Chorus]
Majeur-Mineur
We want to be on the same page as the sky, not the flames of hell, sku
I'm fucked up, do you know what's in my firm hands?
Sku, sku, sku
On the familiar side of the sky, not the flames of hell, L.O.
On the familiar side of the sky
 


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