Tu sais c'qui s'passe [English translation]

[Intro: Georgio]

Hey hey hey, listen to how we spit fire

Mister Jagger, bang bang! We say what ? Fucking XV3

[Verse 1: Georgio]

In the neighborhood, it's not men but bullets that become famous

So me and my Rap, we're in low battery

Looks like you don't love life anymore

Many of your buddies make businessman millionaires

To get smoke in brain in halls that stink piss

Just like you, I'm from the poor families from France, even if there is worse

Yes, Mom, I'm a thug under William Peel, your kid lie to you

And I'm ashamed when you answer to my big requests

That you bend over backwards so that I dance with beautiful clothes in nightclubs

That I vomit all the doubts of the morrow, I think of nothing

Yeah, I only fuck sluts

Because you're almost sluts, I'm not a fantasy, huh

My wife will take care of her because the opposites attract each other

I hear singing the nightmares, I live concerts at night

Not a filmmaker, my city is dirty, my rhyme is not

It shots bullets, the worst of the homeless will end in pillar of bar

Too easy for your life to skid without magic, it's serious, we lose friends

We pierce bodies for a semblance of an ideal woman

Put lead in the cranial box or it's Georgio who shot

Certainly, Paris is cute but it's not Hello Kitty

I'm a Draco Malfoy, Marx Do',it's Slytherin

I put my ahhh in your white buttocks, ouch ...

[Chorus: VALD]

Purple berber, in front of Dumb and Dumber, I puke burgers

My only fear is consuming more than Tim Burton

I give them consonants known to truncate the thing

Purple berber, in front of Dumb and Dumber, I puke burgers

My only fear is consuming more than Tim Burton

I give them consonants known to truncate the thing

[Verse 2: VALD]

Suck me! I'm the new B-Rabbit

You sell your ass for a big mac

Look at the slut, I'm the sofabed itself

I don't bend over backwards without the beat leaving

I'm rapping a tragic life, guys aree laughing around

My team holds yours in a small car

Even if you are full, I want more weed

When I throw rhyme, it smells like jasmine

And then the effluvia of Jasmine, I aspire

To see her vagina in a jet lag, high five me

For all what we been suffered, what we have gone through

Those things that stay there, the head in the bolster

Tell me your version, even under a downpour, we

Don't cry, we scream in chorus: "Go fuck your mother Zion!"

Yeah, there are things that need to be stifled

Like a Hungarian slut who dreams of living in a convent

Why are you living? To take money?

To loving MILFs? Do you lament on a turquoise couch?

You see the surroundings, I don't put my feet there

File my sword, that I stab what goes in a mess

I'm the awareness after the pile-up

Like a funny collage just before the storm

The stamps, it comes to not get angry but

Hide your lovely side, the trigger must not bang

The trigger must not bang

Hide your lovely side ...

[Chorus: VALD]

Purple berber, in front of Dumb and Dumber, I puke burgers

My only fear is consuming more than Tim Burton

I give them consonants known to truncate the thing

Purple berber, in front of Dumb and Dumber, I puke burgers

My only fear is consuming more than Tim Burton

I give them consonants known to truncate the thing

[Outro: Vald]

*Chorus without words*

You know what's going on