Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto rap, artist - Alibi Montana. Album song Anthologie, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.10.2011
Record label: T'as ma parole
Song language: French
Ghetto rap(original) |
C’est danger c’est ma rue |
y’a les flingues y’a l’ennemi |
y’a tous ce qu’y est mauvais |
y’a la puissance du quartier, en plus |
si tu manque de respect gars |
y’aura pas d’quartier |
Le rap est bouleversé par mes versés |
Comme le christ pour mon ghetto |
Mon sang c’est versé |
Mon amie mon amour est mort |
Nous disent nos copines |
On a tellement abusé, tous les vices elles les devines |
Si un inconnu c’moque, on est braqué comme un glock |
On case tout (tout) comme un groupe de rock |
Y’a du bon son, y’a mon album dans les voitures |
Alibi trop hardcore gravé sur tous les murs, |
Demander de la bouche des tous petits, cousin |
chez nous même les enfants n’ecoutent pas du son d’crétin (J'te jure) |
Là ou je passe le beat ne repousse pas |
Appelles moi atilla, mec tranquille ne me pousses pas |
Refrain X2 |
C’est là ou qu’ca s’passe ambiance Ghetto Rap vénère |
On te braque, on te plaque |
C’est là qu’ca s’passe ambiance Ghetto Rap hé mec |
C’est mort si tu clash |
C’est prouvé, 93 departement d’guedin on a déja tous fait |
L’historique dans tous les parisiens, dans tous les faits divers |
Ouais l'été comme l’hiver |
Tu veux un double cheese, un grec, une assiette salade cruditée |
On te sert dans ma cité |
Connard ne viens de mauvais coeur |
Ca part vite, putin, on l’a cultive la rancoeur |
Ne mettez pas des paroles de putes sur les miens |
A la place du stylo, j’aurais du sang sur les mains |
Gardien de la paix continues de la garder |
N’ouvres pas les portes de nos batiments pour regarder |
Ok les mecs vous m'écoutez et vous redev’nez hardcore |
Ne me remerciez pas, je mets tout l’monde d’accord |
En territoire ennemi ne cedes pas a miami |
Monsieur l’indic ici personne ne t’apprecie |
Refrain X2 |
C’est là ou qu’ca s’passe ambiance Ghetto Rap |
Vénère on te braque, on te plaque |
C’est là qu’ca s’passe ambiance Ghetto Rap |
Hé mec c’est mort si tu clash |
J’dois reussis pour ceux qui ont échoué |
Wesh Wesh il est d’retour, celui qui vous fais chier |
Ma violence est un akhenaton, |
Alibi j’te donne un scoop, mon prénom c’est nick larsson |
Mec, on a pas les reponses a tout, y a que dieu qui les ai |
Les politique de france qu’est ce que mon quartier vous haie |
On a jamais compter avec vous |
On a grandi dans la jungle donc on est devenus des loups |
Entre l’alcool, l’argent les bagarres et la fumée |
Ok je crois que j’t’ai tous resumé |
tout le monde descend, tentons, tonton c’est l’terminus |
A la prochaine émeute on brûle un (bus, un vieux) |
La detresse pousse a bout |
A force de garder tout |
On va trinquer s’ils donnent pas un bout |
La détresse pousse a bout |
A force de garder tout |
Je pense savoir repartir en ille-cou |
Refrain X2 |
C’est là ou qu’ca s’passe ambiance Ghetto Rap |
Vénère on te braque, on te plaque |
C’est là qu’ca s’passe ambiance Ghetto Rap |
Hé mec c’est mort si tu clash |
C’est là ou qu’ca s’passe est nulle part ailleurs |
T’es au courant previens tous les rageurs |
Mec c’est mort si tu clash |
(translation) |
This is danger this is my street |
there are guns there is the enemy |
there's all that's bad |
there's the power of the neighborhood, plus |
if you disrespect guy |
there will be no neighborhood |
Rap is turned upside down by my verses |
Like Christ to my ghetto |
My blood is spilled |
My friend my love is dead |
Our friends tell us |
We abused so much, all the vices they guess |
If a stranger makes fun of it, we're held up like a glock |
We box everything (everything) like a rock band |
There's good sound, there's my album in the cars |
Alibi too hardcore engraved on all the walls, |
Ask from the mouth of the little ones, cousin |
in our house, even the children don't listen to cretin sounds (I swear) |
Where I pass the beat don't grow back |
Call me atilla, quiet boy don't push me |
Chorus X2 |
That's where it's happening Ghetto Rap venerable atmosphere |
We rob you, we dump you |
This is where it happens Ghetto Rap atmosphere hey man |
It's dead if you crash |
It's proven, 93 departments of Guedin, we've all done it |
History in all Parisians, in all news items |
Yeah summer like winter |
You want a double cheese, a Greek, a raw salad plate |
We serve you in my city |
Asshole did come from a bad heart |
It goes fast, damn, we cultivated resentment |
Don't put bitch lyrics on mine |
Instead of the pen, I'd have blood on my hands |
Peacekeeper keep on keeping it |
Do not open the doors of our buildings to look |
Ok guys you listen to me and you go back to being hardcore |
Don't thank me, everyone agrees |
In enemy territory don't give in to miami |
Mr. informant here, nobody likes you |
Chorus X2 |
This is where it happens Ghetto Rap atmosphere |
Worship you we hold you up, we tackle you |
This is where it happens Ghetto Rap atmosphere |
Hey man it's dead if you crash |
I have to succeed for those who failed |
Wesh Wesh he's back, the one who pisses you off |
My violence is an akhenaten, |
Alibi I give you a scoop, my first name is nick larsson |
Man, we don't have the answers to everything, only god has them |
The politics of France what does my neighborhood hate you |
You were never reckoned with |
We grew up in the jungle so we became wolves |
Between liquor, money, fights and smoke |
Ok I think I summed you all up |
everyone get down, let's try, uncle it's the terminus |
Next riot we burn a (bus, old) |
The distress pushes to the end |
By dint of keeping everything |
We'll toast if they don't give a tip |
Distress pushes to end |
By dint of keeping everything |
I think I know how to leave in ille-neck |
Chorus X2 |
This is where it happens Ghetto Rap atmosphere |
Worship you we hold you up, we tackle you |
This is where it happens Ghetto Rap atmosphere |
Hey man it's dead if you crash |
This is where it's happening is nowhere else |
You know warn all the haters |
Man it's dead if you crash |