Letra de Temps Mort

[Intro]
B.O., 100-8 Zoo, B2O
Kho, check, huh, Injection

[Verso]
A fucking era my friend, here you need a fucking strong back
A fucking song and all the blocks have their Glocks
Hidden behind parkas, "bang bang!" ; Boulogne my fucking dome
Sentry, a fucking monkey man, a fucking gun and a bold
A fucking joint, get off your fucking lingerie
I came to fuck everything, pay me in checks, this ain't a game
I ain't registered on their fucking electoral lists
My fucking hood, you will just end with a bullet in the torso
Without my fucking weed, I wouldn't have this style
I need to cheat to become rich before reaching 30years old
Brother, listen to my flow, my nerves and my song, fuck !
9.2. I'm rapping, releasing my hate bitch
Fucking crew, bro, dozens of fucking rounds
100-8 Zoo, You know my fucking 92nd district
So I'm asking for a time out because we're getting beaten
Dope flow, I'm here to find other opportunities

[Transition]
Booba, 45

[Conclusi�n]
Nothing changed except currencies, I'm asking for a time out
It pitifull, I come back it's dangerous
Listen, listen to this, listen my hood
Nothing changed except currencies, I'm asking for a time out
It pitifull, I come back it's dangerous
Listen, listen to this, listen my hood
Time out, time out, it's us again, it's dangerous