PNL – Je t’haine (Orange album version) (English lyrics)

1st verse (Ademo) :
What can I say, apart that it stinks in the street, that I’m always angry ?
What can I say, apart that I fucked your bitch, apart that it hurts when the past shows up
What can I say apart that I’m mad at the world, the cops, and their bitches of mothers
In police custody, I would carve my name, push ups on my fist, blunt on my nerves
Jackal, we’ll drain out your blood, the misery takes you away, or the wind blows you away
Selling drugs, we never wanted to, because doing evil eats your stomach
Baba, don’t worry, I don’t give a fuck about them, the love of my loved ones makes me savage
And he, he wants to test me, but my heart is cold all the way up to my esophagus
I’m walking fast, the Batmans are there (man), polite like Cartman (man)
I piss in front of so many men, fuck you and your 4 euros bar of hash
Cono, there’s nothing human in those sons of hmm, I know it
Cono, I’m not like them, I’m the son of a stand up guy, I’ll do it
The street, we rehearsed it, I think about her, I’m going at 200 km/h
I’m thinking about the hustle, on getting my hands dirty, I’ll maybe soon be quitting rap
Maybe we’ve done the turn of it, this life, we’re not made for it
I would say that if you made it, don’t forget anything, with Dirty in the yard
I’m celebrating my dirty life my dirty life, habiba, yeah, my dirty life
Don’t touch the coco in the fridge, cocorico, wAllah, weird
Leave a message (a message) if you kill (if you get busted)
This is the street (the street), make a killing wAllah, weird

Chorus (Ademo) :
It’s a lot heavier than the word “I love you”
It’s a lot heavier than the word “I hatred you”
In the savannah, I have to pull the trigger (all year)
So much hustling, I have to relax
Aladdin Aladdin, fuck, I’m Jafar, this morning this whore, dreams about being my wife
Mama, whenever I say that life is good, I’m lying
Baba, tell me why there’s this mmh, lack ?

2nd verse (N.O.S) :
Nothing has changed, like the size of my joint
Apart from the fact that there’s less drugs around here
Since we left the dope spot
I’m disappointed in you, you fucking earthling
Homie, Montana, the money from the hash
Laundered in rap, in the south of Paris
My thing is practice, mathematics
I’m counting over, my tactic, I breath when they start shooting (bang)
It’s starts over again, we’ll do the same dirt and the same prayers (same dirt) (same dirt) (same prayers) (same prayers)
I don’t have time to fuck you, I’ll forget you in one jerk off, and go back to hustle right away
They love life, we love the fam’, only the family, addicted
For my flesh, I’ve got a sea front view, new land
I’m catching up to time with this money (this money)
I don’t watch the time, I go to sleep after the moon (the moon)
Alone in the building’s hallway, it would echo, like my stomach
I grew five hundred thousand euros older, I’m counting over my wrinkles (my wrinkles)
Only the family in the building, homie, I’m QLF, I’m PNL, Z, N’Da
We don’t know about love, we know the price of the kilo (from Malaga to Amsterdam)

Chorus (Ademo) :
It’s a lot heavier than the word “I love you”
It’s a lot heavier than the word “I hatred you”
In the savannah, I have to pull the trigger (all year)
So much hustling, I have to relax
Aladdin Aladdin, fuck, I’m Jafar, this morning this whore, dreams about being my wife
Mama, whenever I say that life is good, I’m lying
Baba ,tell me why there’s this mmh, lack ?

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