Je t'haine [Version Orange] [English translation]

[Verse 1: Ademo]

What is there to say except that it reeks in the streets?

Except that I still have so much anger?

What is there to say except that I'm fucking your bitch

Except that I'm hurting when the past comes back?

What is there to say except that I'm mad at the world

At the cops and their whore of a mother?

In the newcomer block, I engraved my name

Push ups on my fists, a blunt on my nerves

Jackal, we're draining out your blood

Misery leads you wherever the wind pushes you

Selling, we didn't want to because

Hurting people eats at your insides

Baba don't worry, I fuck 'em, love from my people

makes me wild

And him, him, he wants to test me

But from my oesophagus, my heart is cold

I'm walking fast, here come Batmans

Polite like Cartman

I piss all over them

Your mother's pussy, ----

Coño, there nothing humanlike

With these motherfuckers, I know it myself

The son of a real man, I do it myself

We learnt and understood how the streets works

I think of her, I'm at the maximum pace

I think of the hard work, of dirtying my hands

Maybe I'll stop rapping later

Maybe we've seen all there is to see

We're not made for this life

I told myself "If you make it, don't forget about Dirty

I celebrate my dirty, 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 slide)

It's the streets (the streets)

All fucked up, wAllah weird

[Chorus: Ademo]

It's way heavier than the word "I love you"

It's way heavier so "I lothe1 you"

In the savannah I need to pull the trigger (all year round)

So much hard work on my plate that I need to relax

Aladdin Aladdin, when I'm fucking I'm Jafar,

This morning this whore dreamt of being my wife

Mama when I say that life is good, I'm lying

Baba tell me why we were missing so much

[Verse 2: N.O.S]

Nothing has changed, just like my blunt's size

Except that there isn't as much drugs around here

Ever since we left the turf

Fucking earthling, you're disappointing me

Igo, Montana, weed's money

Laundered in rap in southern Paname

I'm practical, I do mathematics

I recount my tactic

I breathe when it's shooting (bang)

Here it goes again, we'll do the same notes

And the same prayers (same notes) (same prayers)

I don't have time to fuck you, I'll rub one to forget about you

Right after I go back to work

They love life too much, we love our family too much

Only family, subscribed

For my flesh I have a sea view, new clump of land

I catch up with time with this money (this money)

I don't count the time anymore, I go to sleep after the moon (the moon)

Alone in my hallway

It resonated just like in my stomach

I grew older of 50 000 euros

I count my wrinkles again (my wrinkles)

Only family in the building, igo, I'm QLF, I'm PNL, Z, N'Da

Don't know about love, we know about the price per kilo (from Malaga to Amsterdam)

[Chorus: Ademo]

It's way heavier than the word "I love you"

It's way heavier so "I lothe you"

In the savannah I need to pull the trigger (all year round)

So much hard work on my plate that I need to relax

Aladdin Aladdin, when I'm fucking I'm Jafar,

This morning this whore dreamt of being my wife

Mama when I say that life is good, I'm lying

Baba tell me why we were missing so much

1. "Je t'haine" is a contraction of the phrase "Je t'aime"/"I love you" and the word "haine"/"hatred" which is close to the verb "aime"/"love". The translation is thus a contraction of the phrase "I love you" with "loathe" being the closest word associated with hatred that looks like the word "love". Get it ?

• Artist:PNL