Текст песни JUL - C'est pas la mairie

I came out of nowhere, I made a Denzel-style entrance
In dark alleys, very far from Medina
But I feel powerful when I bend up there
I represent the suburbs like Zinedine
Even if you increase the amount, I'm not going to lower my jeans
In 2015, I was already making the sign (ah)
7 years later, I find myself rapping with the J (bobo bobo bow)
I still haven't moved, almost twentieth candle (ya, ya)
I rob, I will rob the bailiffs if they want to evict us
The heaviness of worries, stuck in a home
Where even big fish end up drowned (akha)
Sometimes, I wonder if it really pays to be kind
We are shot of everything, until Marsilya
I pass the weed to the old man so that he doesn't fuck himself on Winston (Winston)
The dope is strong, all the cops are stoned
I get a ticket, I don't go to Boston
I [?] the controllers, I'm no longer the one who holds the stand
I saw all the roundabouts of misery while turning into a stunt
Too much rage, I make the whole stadium scream (the whole stadium)
We grew up in the middle of needles
Only fakes, get me on the ring
I come from a moldy place
The cops in my city, they're corrupted like the referees at the CAN
There's even the son of a deputy who comes to our house to buy dope
I know it can blow up at any time
I just have to keep my calm
I told you "Stay two meters away from me if you stink of Heineken"
I understood that you have to do [?] like a dollar that wants to fuck
My brothers, they're all scorers
In the surface, there are only Harry Kanes

In dark alleys, very far from Medina
But I feel powerful when I bend up there
I represent the suburbs like Zinedine
Even if you increase the amount, I'm not going to lower my jeans
This sound is for jerks who can't dance
Without doing studies, who have big records
One less chico, frowning
Those who keep their heads up even during the trial
Fool around, there's no more gasoline
Than with broken heads
Even when it's not Halloween (even when it's not Halloween)
No matter how much you show it, if they pay attention to you today, tomorrow you won't win
I know that it shoots, no need for Call Of
After months full-time, the kid took out a kalash
Tarpin time that schmitts turn around
Bep, bep, bep, when there is marriage
Don't hide your face
If nobody gives it to you, you don't give it to them
You let them drink the cup
The others, basically
You made the whore there, don't give me a kiss or
Your head, I break it
Gassed in the cash register, the little ones raise their hands
Tmenik, we're going to make bumps on your head
The street in the blood, I saw terrible things
My friend he comes to separate you, he wants a head, boss uh
I'm leaving solo but don't worry, I'm not alone
I can't act like I'm fine, right now that's not it
My head is full but my heart is not dirty
Whores without certification, I'm still not well when I meet the Passat
They aren't many when it's hot, I felt it
But don't worry, you way we're going to get healthy again
I do everything with a white heart so that they leave me in peace
You're doing good, I don't see many representing me
There, I'm gassed in the Italian car
Tracksuit of Casio payments
Still in tap dancing, I put aside the whales
Here, it lifts the cages with the Allen key

In dark alleys, very far from Medina
But I feel powerful when I bend up there
I represent the suburbs like Zinedine
Even if you increase the amount, I'm not going to lower my jeans
This sound is for jerks who can't dance
Without doing studies, who have big records
One less chico, frowning
Those who keep their heads up even during the trial (eh, eh)
I call her in FaceTime, I couldn't scratch the parlor
I'm masked but they recognize me by my stature
The future is traced like the [?] on the aluminum
Like in TMax on my street/i>
Dedication to the elders who robbed gas stations
Or to the little ones who commit crimes without a license
Fuck the bastards who weren't there for me
Fuck the men's strippers, the less we have surrounded them
It's Kara on the mic, no it's not the town hall
It's us, we manage the city, it's not the town hall
It's Ju-Ju-Jul on the mic, I come like Tommy Egan
Touch one of us, we come in like hooligans
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Sokaklar boş tum takım icerde
Uzgunlu aradım ama bilmiyorum derde, ama bilmiyorum nerde
Bir haftadır yatmadım gözlerim yaniyor
Duz yurusek bile fransa bize istemiyor (eh, eh)

In dark alleys, very far from Medina
But I feel powerful when I bend up there
I represent the suburbs like Zinedine
Even if you increase the amount, I'm not going to lower my jeans
This sound is for jerks who can't dance
Without doing studies, who have big records
One chico less, the so
Those who keep their heads up even during the trial (eh, eh)