Niro – Do it (English lyrics)

Intro :
N.I.R.O
Oh yeah Oh yeah

1st verse :
I reached out to you, I took the stairs
I didn’t wait for your return of favor
Without depth, without form, in their notebooks
They’ve got less depth than the pussys of their grand mothers
I asked myself if I had to forgive, choke them or not
We won’t ask ourselves if your life was worth being taken away from you or not
Oh yeah yeah, I pass through every sector
Oh yeah yeah, not like these bullshiters
I fuck them all night, all day
I leave the hotel room at 5 pm, ah yeah yeah
I left two or three times the amount of your salary at the restaurant hijo de puto
I navigate solo in every ghetto, I’m the commander Cousteau
I see love even in a knife wound
I’m paro’ paro’ put away your camera
My talent tailored by the street since very early
We spray you up, spray you up if you touch our cubs
They show off with what they don’t have, not like them, I’ve got my reasons
The places where your rappers don’t go, I feel at home

Chorus :
Hoods colored like a hummingbird
Albums and wars to deliver
Rise of violence when the sun shines
All the hoods of France are strapped up
There’s no hour to get yourself sprayed up
You can find death at the end of the alley
Being in the struggle, not knowing where to go anymore
I feel your pain, I see that all year
Ah yeah yeah yeah
Do it, they’re not prepared
Their bitches are cuming, we can’t hear ourself speak anymore
Do it, do it, do it, they’re not prepared
Their bitches are cuming, we can’t hear ourself speak anymore

2nd verse :
I’ve got time to think solo on the train station platform
People don’t like when you’re nice, they rather when you bully them
My rats will soon be free, I won’t end up like Mohammed Merah
Montana Tony, Manolo Ribera, Ze Pequeño, Bene Cabaleira
The past didn’t tell us everything
We’ll see waht the futur will tell us
Your big ass is lighting up the town
Your pussy smells of Aloe vera
Dirty bitch (bitch !)
I think about death, 5 times per day, she visits me
Don’t give any hand, don’t turn your cheeck, these sons of bitches are unpredictable
Don’t be those who follow
Don’t believe these imbeciles
You talk about the street, but I’m there
I don’t see you, you’re invisible
I’m like the time, I pass by real fast since I’ve got two sons
Twisted like tower of pisa, making the money, is the only motto

Chorus :
Ah yeah
Do it, do it, they’re not prepared
Their bitches are cuming, we can’t hear ourself speak anymore
Just do it, they’re not prepared
Their bitches are cuming, we can’t hear ourself speak anymore
Just do it, they’re not prepared
Their bitches are cuming, we can’t hear ourself speak anymore
Just do it, they’re not prepared
Their bitches are cuming, we can’t hear ourself speak anymore

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