Lyrics Eloquence – Quincy Jones

Quincy Jones Lyrics – Eloquence

Singer: Eloquence
Title: Quincy Jones

Trill Saison
Joue moi d’la musique de pimp
La fin sera tragique comme un solo d’harmonica
Blood money, ange et démon comme bodyguards

Tous les coups permis, jolie garce
xyz ont la main, fait peur à la voyante
Amputé jusqu’au moignon, le 22 Long Rifle fait un carton
Parmi les bandits, les participants

Dommages collatéraux dans les deux camps
Silence dans l’ADN, héréditaire comme famille de gitans
De ma street à la scène sans faire les balances, poudreuse avalanche
De ma tour de Babel à Bab-el-Oued, on a fait toutes sortes de manigances

Crime et châtiment, extravaganza dans le labo
Jeune Kobe avec la coupe afro, Yannick Noah à Roland-Garros
J’suis dans le blizzard, j’me noie dans la masse
Parasite de l’asphalte, filou autodidacte

Et ta reine, c’est ma chienne
Y a deux faces sur une pièce
Jongle avec les kilos sans xyz
Doublette sur la pièce

Résine et poudre
Pesette à la soupe
On a rien sans rien, hassoul
Hustle, magouilles

Veuve-Clicquot pour m’servir
Au-dessus des capos, y a l’parrain
T’as vu le terrain des gradins
Confond pas grades et fantassins

Les cicatrices sur ton visage te rappellent que ton passé n’est pas un rêve
J’ai bien ton matos filtré, celui qu’tu détailles au meuj
Nouveau bounce, nouveau bounce, nouveau bounce, nounou
Nouveau bounce, nouveau bounce, nouveau bounce, nounou

Nouveau bounce, nouveau bounce, nouveau bounce, nounou
On slide, on slide, on slide, on slide
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Quincy Jones – English Translation

Trill Season
Play me from Pimp’s music
The end will be tragic as a harmonica solo
Blood Money, Angel and Demon like Bodyguards

All blows allowed, pretty b#tch
xyz have the hand, scares the clairvoyant
Amputated to the stump, the 22 long rifle makes a box
Among the bandits, the participants

Collateral damage in both camps
Silence in DNA, hereditary as a family of Gitans
From my street to the stage without making the scales, powder avalanche
From my Tour de Babel to Bab-el-Oued, we made all kinds of shenanigans

Crime and punishment, extravaganza in the lab
Young Kobe with the Afro Cup, Yannick Noah in Roland-Garros
I’m in the blizzard, I drown in the mass
Asphalt parasite, self -taught filou

And your queen is my female dog
There are two sides on a room
Juggling the pounds without xyz
Doublet on the room

Resin and powder
Soup
We have nothing without anything, Hassoul
Hustle, shenanigans

Widowed to serve me
Above the Capos, there is the godfather
You saw the fields of the stands
Do not confuse grades and infantrymen

The scars on your face remind you that your past is not a dream
I have your filtered gear, the one that details at the Meuj
New bound, new bound, new bounce, nanny
New bound, new bound, new bounce, nanny

New bound, new bound, new bounce, nanny
We slide, we slide, we slide, we slide
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Lyrics Eloquence – Quincy Jones

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