Tenor (Ténor)

TENOR

Let me hear y'all.

Dude, you no star Stop actin' tough

You no Booba, Gims or Nekfeu

I bring maki but I call the shots

Your rap is smoke and mirrors Like your biatch

Don't confuse the Ace and the Valet

All you good for is to sweep my chalet

Hey, you!

Come here.

Wassup?

What'cha doing?

Writing.

Writing what?

A rap song.

Let's go.

You see, me and my partner

just made a bet.

You a dealer or lookout?

We want to know who's right.

- Where you from? - Rembrandt.

Rembrandt?

Then you're a lookout.

- Here. - The code?

Hurry up.

24-11-80.

Dude, you no star Stop actin' tough

You no Booba...

We cool?

- We cool? - Yeah.

Be a pal, go back to your shit project.

Let's go.

Sorry about the bet!

Should go back to cop school.

Calling all units:

Robbery on 76 Avenue de France.

You lucked out.

Bye-bye!

I won. He didn't get near me.

Dumbshit.

- Hey. - Hey.

You kicked ass.

He looks like shit.

He got a few in too.

Wow, nice shiner!

- How'd it go? - Calm.

Ran into the pigs, but we're cool.

Here, 40% for the winner.

It's all there.

Where's your trust?

- Seriously. - I trust you.

But I trust numbers more.

- Smart ass. - How much you make?

4,500. Why?

Cause 40%

of 4,500...

makes 1,800.

You're 250 short.

Let me count.

Drop it, my bro's a calculator. Just pay up.

Damn family.

- Here. - Give it to him.

Fuckin' A.

Go have some fun.

- Thanks, bruh. - Easy money.

Easy?

Your face is beet red.

No pain?

No gain!

Shoulda seen him at the end.

One more year, and I apply for a management post.

Oh yeah?

One "Tasty Blend" and a "Salmon Lover."

After five years, they give you a company car.

Huge.

Elio, stop eating the profits.

And make your delivery. You're late!

Once you're an accountant, you can apply too.

Yeah, sure.

Antoine!

Antoine, come here.

Be right back.

Sure. Hey...

- Team work. - Right.

- What's up? - Can you go for me?

Forget it. Last time I was late for school.

It's right around the corner.

I have a bad feeling, I can't go.

It's not raining. Look, the sun is shining!

It's gonna start raining.

- I can tell. - You're mental.

- Don't call me mental. - Bro...

You've pulled this since nursery school.

You're afraid of snakes, right?

- And? - I don't judge you.

Even Indiana Jones is afraid of snakes. This is rain.

How do you take showers?

You know I take baths.

Go on, you're not a baby.

Please don't let me down.

Bruh, look me in the eye. I'm begging you.

Please.

Hello.

Delivery for Josephine "Ojevski."

- Where is she? - Olchewsky.

Over there, to the right.

- Where to the right? - Further down.

You'll find it.

Thanks.

To the right? Is he joking?

- Need something? - I got a Combo No. 4

for Josephine Olchewsky.

That's her. Thanks.

You can go.

Sushi boy, this isn't your league.

What's your problem?

Calm down, Beethoven.

You can't spell his name.

I can sure spell "wimp."

No surprise they deliver sushi.

OK, big mouth, listen to this.

You diss me for bringin' sushi

But my balls don't need no Gucci

Let her sing Have some class

Don't be a bourgeois smart-ass!

Think you're some big aristo-crass?

Bet you buy your coke with Mommy's cash!

You know I'm right Don't try to deny

I'll mop the Opera with your necktie

Your homies laugh at you, nanny

You got a big mouth But you're no Pagny

We good?

Ma'am.

Respect.

Wimp.

Wait.

What?

Do you know opera?

She serious?

Am I wearing a tutu?

Here we have Expense Accounts "63."

What do Expense Accounts "63"

correspond to?

Expense Accounts "63."

Antoine, do you know?

Sorry, I didn't hear.

What are expense accounts "63"?

Expenses related to taxes?

Fantastic!

That's exactly right.

But don't forget VAT.

Alright?

VAT goes in the end-of-year balance sheets.

Is this clear for everyone?

Hello.

Sorry, we're closed.

We open at 7:00 PM for sushi.

Thanks, I only eat sushi in Japan. Or California.

Can I have the number of the person

who made this delivery?

Antoine.

I'm not authorized to give out private information

concerning my employees.

You know...

I can be very persuasive.

Rembrandt, you cookin'?

Elio, my man, hit it.

Let me hear y'all!

That's it.

This is for

my brah Didier!

Yeah!

Dude, you no star

Stop actin' tough

You no Booba, Gims or Nekfeu

I bring maki but I call the shots

Your rap is smoke and mirrors Like your biatch

Don't confuse the Ace and the Valet

All you good for is to sweep my chalet

You like a stiff When you in the booth

I Kalashnikov scum like you

Come to my hood To see who rips off who

Your mama's so fat I use a walkie-talkie

I slip in like butter

I dickslap that MILF and set her on fire

Facial, interracial, hyperplasia

I dig it when she sucks me off in a Dacia

Like Omar Sy in Arsène Lupin

You got a few tunes But no groupies want'cha

You stink of defeat Like perfume

Tonight you up against Jean Dujardin

Don't ask for help cause I don't pardon

Buffon you gonna get a Panenka

Eat your Friskies, but digest this

The best are from Rembrandt

Fuck you and your hood, asshole

I gonna repaint your portrait à la Picasso

Let me hear ya!

Antoine, from Rembrandt!

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