Block 888 - La flare - translation of the lyrics into English

Lyrics and translation Block 888 - La flare




La flare
La flare
Parca vin din Londra
It seems like I'm from London
Ca abordez stilu' foarte fin, intelegi filmul
Because I approach the style very finely, you get the movie
Pentru c-am riscat multe si inca mai risc
Because I've risked a lot and I still risk it
Pentru ca ei vorbesc mult si habar n-au ce sa mai zica
Because they talk a lot and have no idea what to say
Parca vin din Londra
It seems like I'm from London
Ca abordez stilu' foarte fin, intelegi filmul
Because I approach the style very finely, you get the movie
Pentru c-am riscat multe si inca mai risc
Because I've risked a lot and I still risk it
Pentru ca ei vorbesc mult si habar n-au ce sa mai zica
Because they talk a lot and have no idea what to say
Stile americano ne abbiamo
We got the American style
Ma il sogno italiano
But the Italian dream
È ciò che io canto da tempo
Is what I've been singing for a long time
Finché poi arrivo al camposanto
Until then, I'll get to the cemetery
Odio cantare di poesia
I hate singing about poetry
Non è colpa mia se non è cosa mia
It's not my fault if it's not my thing
Casa mia ormai diventa un studio
My house is now becoming a studio
Le casse ormai dappertutto
The speakers are now everywhere
Nel weekend dimmi quindi, esci, che facciamo
On the weekend, tell me then, go out, what are we doing
Passato un altro fine settimana sul divano
Spent another weekend on the couch
La flare Kova, non capite il film, seguo mode
La flare Kova, you don't get the movie, I follow trends
Le creo anche, non vedo proble', intravedo cose
I also create them, I see no problems, I see things
Parca vin din Londra
It seems like I'm from London
Ca abordez stilu' foarte fin, intelegi filmul
Because I approach the style very finely, you get the movie
Pentru c-am riscat multe si inca mai risc
Because I've risked a lot and I still risk it
Pentru ca ei vorbesc mult si habar n-au ce sa mai zica
Because they talk a lot and have no idea what to say
Ick bin Zertifizierter Liebhaberjunge
I'm a certified lover boy
Ick möchte einen Luger
I want a Luger
In Rumänien
In Romania
Bleibe ich immer weniger
I stay less and less
Ick will keine Probleme mehr
I don't want any more problems
Dicka, Ick zeige keine Gefühle
Bro, I show no emotions
Du hast nicht meine Denkschule
You don't have my way of thinking
Dicka, ick bin the G.O.A.T
Bro, I'm the G.O.A.T
Atuncea nu mai fac nimic
Then I do nothing
Las sa treaca de cand eram mic
I let it go since I was a child
Si cred ca mereu am ghicit
And I think I've always guessed
Pentru ca anumite chestii le zic
Because I say certain things
Doar eu si niciun artist
Only me and no artist
In care nu te regasesti
In which you don't find yourself
Am degetele pe taste
I have my fingers on the keys
Gata sa le scriu
Ready to write them
High grade, La flare
High grade, La flare
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', highway
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', highway
Ain't a give a fuck about y'all 'cause I'm not afraid
Ain't a give a fuck about y'all cause I'm not afraid
Cause they don't give a fuck about the Triple Eight
Cause they don't give a fuck about the Triple Eight
High grade, La flare
High grade, La flare
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', highway
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', highway
Ain't a give a fuck about y'all 'cause I'm not afraid
Ain't a give a fuck about y'all cause I'm not afraid
Cause they don't give a fuck about the Triple Eight
Cause they don't give a fuck about the Triple Eight






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