N.A.P. — A 16 ans song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A 16 ans" by N.A.P..
Lyrics
J’ai iti u mec de d’vant d’ceux qui trannent au croisement
T’es trop jeune pour comprendre qu’l’influence te ment.
Sur les vingt trente mecs autour de toi y'` personne
Attends d’jtre un peu plus vieux pour saisir mes paroles.
Avant, on parlait le mjme verlan, on portait les mjmes vjtements
Quand tu riflichis y’en a trop qui sont morts bjt’ment
La zone fait riflichir les vrais et grade les bouffons
Pense ` ceux qui lerga en bas n’ai je pas raison,
Tombis pour les mjmes bjtises les petits grandissent
Et pose ton gun, laisse pas tranner ton fils
T’as eu l’exemple des grands, par insouciance t’imite quand mjme,
T’actualises l’inconsistance, p’tit, j’ai fait pareil,
La rue t’fait croire qu’elle t’aime cousin en vrai elle t’carotte
Tu vas br{ler tes ailes frangin si tu t’y frottes
Moi d’puis perpette, aux blhmes, j’ai dis ciao ciao
Entre le lerdea d’la ths et l’prophhte, choisis ton hiros.
A seize ans souvent, tu t’crois plus intelligent,
Moins influegable que ceux qu’avaient ton bge avant.
A seize ans, mais tu commets les mjmes erreurs
Et une fois adulte les mjmes regrets, les mjmes rancoeurs.
A seize piges ouais, j’me prenais pour un boss tu piges
Dimarche de ouf ` mon regard, j’voulais qu’tout le monde se fige.
J’kiffais l’oseille, les poches pleines, j’me disais ga paye
Fila en daim le sol brille comme dans Billy Jean
A seize ans j’itais quand mjme che-lou, j’respectais rien,
Personne vulgaire, j’parlais mal grave.
Lyrics translation
I have a man of wind of those who pass at the crossing
You're too young to understand that influence is lying to you.
Out of the twenty thirty guys around you there " nobody
Wait till you're a little older to catch my words.
Before, we used to speak mjme verlan, we used to wear mjme vjtements
When you reflect there are too many who died BJT'ment
The area brings back the real ones and ranks the buffoons
Think ' those lerga down I'm not right,
Fallis for mjmes bjtises small grow up
And put your gun down, don't let your son get away with it.
You had the example of the great, by carelessness imitates you when mjme,
You're updating the inconsistency, kid, I did the same.,
The street makes you believe that she loves you cousin in real she carrots you
You're gonna burn your wings, bro, if you rub it in.
Me from then on, to blhmes, I said ciao ciao
Between the lerdea of the ths and the prophhte, choose your hiros.
At sixteen, you often think you're smarter,
Less influential than the ones your bge had before.
At sixteen, but you make the same mistakes
And once grown up, they regret it, they rancor.
Yeah, I thought I was a boss.
Dimarche de ouf ' my look, I wanted everyone to freeze.
I liked sorrel, pockets full, I thought ga paye
Fila in suede the floor shines like in Billy Jean
At sixteen I was when mjme che-lou, I respected nothing,
Vulgar person, I spoke badly.