Lyrics and translation Co'Sang - Ind 'o rione

Ind 'o rione

Ce truov int o' rione
Nun me sent bbuon mammà
Ch' me succer
E' frat mi so fummn ancor
E dint e fras nost
A rivoluzione
Chist è o' sole nuovo
O'ssaje ca è mal ammor

Ce truov int o' rione
Nun me sent bbuon mammà
Ch' me succer
E' frat mi so fummn ancor
E dint e fras nost
A rivoluzione
Chist è o' sole nuovo
O'ssaje ca è mal ammor

Se... for re' Mmachin fumann' ngopp è cuofn
Primm e faticà o microfn
E' cose ross a chi ce' prova
E' troie a chi se trov'
Luc produce
E dint è strofe è poveri e è journe nfami ca' t fann movr
Se è ddo' rione chi sta arint vest bbuon
A mujer spenn e s' pomp o uaglion c' venn
Int o' rione e nun saje chi è over
T'offro nu taglio addo' barbier e po t'arrobb
Tremm e mentr astregn' o' fierr ncap ten l'ombra
Frat contro a frat
Miet't pur a mana nfront
Ma nat le aizzà
Comm a' cap e chi port' è mmasciat
Stu munn zuopp nun so' piglia o' mmeglio e nuje

Vutt ll'acqua pecchè l'arij e cchin e rragg' frà
So frat ncatenat
E a vit scorr annanz all' uocchie mentre fuje frà
Io sto' cca' ammiscann caffè latte cappuccino
Femmn rirn'
E a' capa mia ca' nu' cammin
Io so' crisciuto cu chi mpenn e cagna e mmarcie che mman
Semp vestut' firmat
Senza bisogno r'e' pat
E mmo
Ce vir rint' è mmachin che rot cchiù gross rè cap nost
E fann' appost si nu ce guardn'
Ma io nun song o' classic piscazziell e napule
Ca s' sent a d'alessio e aropp fà l'uocchie accattiv
E schif' a tutt quant e tutt a' coc ca se tirn'ngopp e spusarizij
Ce so stat addò s'accir l'arte
Io rappresent a vit o'ver
Che che mman ngopp e ringhiere
Addo ò piacere s'ammsur a strisce
Ammirazion' p' chi è ricc senza rischij
A' strad comm ispirazion pe fa' e disc

Ce truov int o' rione
Nun me sent bbuon mammà
Ch' me succer
E' frat mi so fummn ancor
E dint e fras nost
A rivoluzione
Chist è o' sole nuovo
O'ssaje ca è mal ammor

Ce truov int o' rione
Nun me sent bbuon mammà
Ch' me succer
E' frat mi so fummn ancor
E dint e fras nost
A rivoluzione
Chist è o' sole nuovo
O'ssaje ca è mal ammor

Ca' S'abbin a cint ca' 9 e vvintun
E cellular squilln'
E facc è 40 Ann schijn' a quant cost cost
E' vvir sott all'uocchie
A'rrob scav
A strad a' rat n'at esam
E nun m'par stran
E man e man
Che figlj nuost
S'fann uommn primm e se fa ruoss
Chest o'ssaje che va a Cerozz
Io mo sto' cca co' fon mman
Aspettan ca o'sang evapr
Guardann e cunt e'trasr
E' tutt e frat mi
Primm mpenn'n e po mor'n e s'abbrucian
P' trament e rrim nost son'n
E c' mann'n 1500 guardij e cchiu [mmerd]
E' ffermn' man un e nuje
Pcchè a famm alluc
A' piett annur sacc' ca' a pace e n'utopia
P' cchest io port a' rragg miezz a via
P'cchè sti tarandell s'magn'n a faccia mia
E io nun so' stanc
E cchiù me'ddan e cchiù me' ppiglio

A' nvidij arrosc
E a'mmricin è a music
Tu ch' me' ric
Io cresc muscl e ven è ccaric senza tabbacc
Senza n'abbraccio è facc nfonn'r
N'nnill s' fann uommn che' ssacc chien
Chi è d' ccà sap c'rè
Chi vuless essr ce' fà vrè quanti compless ten
Copij l'accent rè ccas popolar
Cu' ati consonant e ati vocal
Staje mal aropp 8 butteglie
A genta nost ra' germania vonn o'meglio
Pochi bagagli e ssord rint è bust e plastic
Buoni uagliun
Fott'n o stat che cappott fav'z
Ma senza bott
è tutt appost ogg a' vit cost [O' Luchè]
T' vern elegant
T' ten'n ncann
So' ridicl n'è dic e nomm llor
Comunic nu' giudic
L'ammor è l'unic ca addor ancor
E s' perd int'o rion frà

Ce truov int o' rione
Nun me sent bbuon mammà
Ch' me succer
E' frat mi so fummn ancor
E dint e fras nost
A rivoluzione
Chist è o' sole nuovo
O'ssaje ca è mal ammor

Ce truov int o' rione
Nun me sent bbuon mammà
Ch' me succer
E' frat mi so fummn ancor
E dint e fras nost
A rivoluzione
Chist è o' sole nuovo
O'ssaje ca è mal ammor

Ce truov int o' rione
Nun me sent bbuon mammà
Ch' me succer
E' frat mi so fummn ancor
E dint e fras nost
A rivoluzione
Chist è o' sole nuovo
O'ssaje ca è mal ammor

Ce truov int o' rione
Nun me sent bbuon mammà
Ch' me succer
E' frat mi so fummn ancor
E dint e fras nost
A rivoluzione
Chist è o' sole nuovo
O'ssaje ca è mal ammor

In the Hood

Here in the hood
I don't feel good, momma
What's happening to me?
My brothers are still smoking
And within our verses
Lies a revolution
This is the new sun
You know it's bad love

Here in the hood
I don't feel good, momma
What's happening to me?
My brothers are still smoking
And within our verses
Lies a revolution
This is the new sun
You know it's bad love

Yeah... outside the BMWs are smoking on the roofs
First, the microphone gets worked hard
Things are rough for those who try
Sluts for those who find themselves
Luc produces
And within the verses are the poor and infamous days that make you move
If it's the two neighborhoods nearby that dress well
The woman spends and pampers the boy who sells
In the hood, and you don't know who's over
I offer you a haircut at the barber, then I rob you
I tremble as I grip the iron, keeping the shadow in mind
Brother against brother
Just put your hand in front
But don't raise it
Like the head of the one who carries the club
This dirty world doesn't know how to take the best of us

Throw away the water because the air is thick with smoke, bro
My brothers are chained
And life flows before my eyes as I flee, bro
I'm here mixing coffee, milk, cappuccino
Women laugh
And my head that doesn't walk straight
I grew up with those who hustle dogs and march with their hands
Always dressed in brands
Without needing dads
And now
We see them in cars that roar louder than our bosses
And they do it on purpose if we don't look at them
But I'm not your typical Naples fish
Who listens to D'Alessio and then makes puppy eyes
And I despise all the cocaine and all the bitches who throw themselves at weddings
I've been where art is born
I represent the true life
The one with hands on the railings
Where I enjoy measuring myself in lines
Admiration for those who are rich without risk
The street as inspiration to make records

Here in the hood
I don't feel good, momma
What's happening to me?
My brothers are still smoking
And within our verses
Lies a revolution
This is the new sun
You know it's bad love

Here in the hood
I don't feel good, momma
What's happening to me?
My brothers are still smoking
And within our verses
Lies a revolution
This is the new sun
You know it's bad love

Down here, they gamble with nines and twenty-ones
And cell phones ring
And 40-year-old faces seem like they cost a lot
Life is under surveillance
They dig for stuff
The street gives rats an exam
And it doesn't seem strange to me
And hand in hand
That our children
Become men before they turn red
You know this goes to Cerozz
I'm here now with the phone in my hand
Waiting for the blood to evaporate
Watching the neighborhood counts
It's all my brothers
First they hustle, then they die and burn
For the sake of our rhymes, they sleep
And they send 1500 guards and more [shit]
They won't stop us
Because hunger shines
Deep down, I know that peace is a utopia
That's why I carry the smoke in the middle of the street
Because these assholes eat my face
And I'm not tired
And the more they give me, the more I take

Envy burns
And jealousy is the music
You who tell me
I build muscles and veins get loaded without tobacco
Without a hug, faces sink
Nothing, they become men with those bags, you know
Those who are from here know what it is
Those who want to be make you understand how many complexes they have
They copy the accent of the projects
With other consonants and other vowels
You're bad after 8 bottles
Our people go to Germany, they want the best
Few bags and deaf in plastic bags
Good guys
They steal the state, they do favors with overcoats
But without blows
everything is fine today, life costs [Oh Luchè]
They sell you elegance
They fool you
They're ridiculous in saying names and crying
Communicate, don't judge
Love is the only thing that still sleeps
And it gets lost in the hood, bro

Here in the hood
I don't feel good, momma
What's happening to me?
My brothers are still smoking
And within our verses
Lies a revolution
This is the new sun
You know it's bad love

Here in the hood
I don't feel good, momma
What's happening to me?
My brothers are still smoking
And within our verses
Lies a revolution
This is the new sun
You know it's bad love

Here in the hood
I don't feel good, momma
What's happening to me?
My brothers are still smoking
And within our verses
Lies a revolution
This is the new sun
You know it's bad love

Here in the hood
I don't feel good, momma
What's happening to me?
My brothers are still smoking
And within our verses
Lies a revolution
This is the new sun
You know it's bad love