Paroles et traduction Baby Gang feat. Trobi - Come Te

Come Te

Tro-tro-trobi on the beat
Arriva fino a me
Amico, son come te

Je suis 3arbi, ma cresciuto in Italia
Amico, son come te
Trabajo, dinero da Spagna in Italia
Arriva fino a me
Mamma wallah, Milano, Milano, Nouira
Amico, son come te
Arrivo da dove la gente ti mangia
Se non sei, fra', come me

Je suis 3arbi, ma cresciuto in Italia
Amico, son come te
Trabajo, dinero da Spagna in Italia
Arriva fino a me
Mamma wallah, Milano, Milano, Nouira
Amico, son come te
Arrivo da dove la gente ti mangia
Se non sei, fra', come me

Je suis 3arbi, ma cresciuto in Italia
Amico, son come te
Trabajo, dinero da Spagna in Italia
Arriva fino a me
Mamma wallah, Milano, Milano, Nouira
Amico, son come tе
Arrivo da dove la gente ti mangia
Sе non sei, fra', come me

Je suis 3arbi, ma cresciuto in Italia
E non sono come te
'Sti rapper mettono il passamontagna
Girano con cagoulè
Dodici anni giravo col passamontagna
E un'arma probabile
Più sporca di quanto è sporca la mia maglia
E il tuo sangue, sì, fragile

Je suis 3arbi, ma cresciuto in Italia
Amico, son come te
Trabajo, dinero da Spagna in Italia
Arriva fino a me
Mamma wallah, Milano, Milano, Nouira
Amico, son come te
Arrivo da dove la gente ti mangia
Se non sei, fra', come me

La moula e la fama a me non mi cambia
Tanto è pieno già il mio dossier
Se non oggi o domani finisco in gabbia
Quindi faccio le mie cose
Esco in giro, mi urlano: "Oh Baby Ganga
Ti ricordi quelle cose?
Che facevi da piccolo insieme a Banga"
Mi ricordo

Poropopo, ero poco loco
Maman d'un mon poto avec Abdoul là sotto
Non la tocco, mi fotte la foto
Non parlare troppo, mi tocchi, ti shotto
Clean, cin, brindo alla tua morte
Fils de pute, ta fille
Ti cerco tutta la notte
Fils de pute, ta fille
Cresciuto pane e botte (botte)

Je suis 3arbi, ma cresciuto in Italia
Amico, son come te
Trabajo, dinero da Spagna in Italia
Arriva fino a me
Mamma wallah, Milano, Milano, Nouira
Amico, son come te
Arrivo da dove la gente ti mangia
Se non sei, fra', come me

Like You

Tro-tro-trobi on the beat
He came to me
My friend, I'm just like you

I'm an Arab, but I grew up in Italy
My friend, I'm just like you
I work, and the money flows from Spain to Italy
He came to me
Momma, I swear, Milan, Milan, Nouira
My friend, I'm just like you
I come from where they eat you
If you're not, my friend, like me

I'm an Arab, but I grew up in Italy
My friend, I'm just like you
I work, and the money flows from Spain to Italy
He came to me
Momma, I swear, Milan, Milan, Nouira
My friend, I'm just like you
I come from where they eat you
If you're not, my friend, like me

I'm an Arab, but I grew up in Italy
My friend, I'm just like you
I work, and the money flows from Spain to Italy
He came to me
Momma, I swear, Milan, Milan, Nouira
My friend, I'm just like you
I come from where they eat you
If you're not, my friend, like me

I'm an Arab, but I grew up in Italy
And I'm not like you
These rappers wear balaclavas
They roam around with face coverings
When I was twelve, I walked around with a balaclava
And a probably dangerous weapon
It was dirtier than my shirt
And your blood, yes, it was fragile

I'm an Arab, but I grew up in Italy
My friend, I'm just like you
I work, and the money flows from Spain to Italy
He came to me
Momma, I swear, Milan, Milan, Nouira
My friend, I'm just like you
I come from where they eat you
If you're not, my friend, like me

Money and fame don't change me
My file is already full
If not today, tomorrow I'll end up in jail
So I do my own thing
I go out and they shout at me, "Oh Baby Ganga
Do you remember those things?
That you did as a child with Banga"
I remember

Poropopo, I was a little crazy
The mother of a friend of mine, with Abdoul down there
I don't touch her, she steals my photo
Don't talk too much, if you touch me, I'll shoot you
Clean, cin, I toast to your death
Son of a bitch, your daughter
I'll look for you all night
Son of a bitch, your daughter
Grew up on bread and slaps (slaps)

I'm an Arab, but I grew up in Italy
My friend, I'm just like you
I work, and the money flows from Spain to Italy
He came to me
Momma, I swear, Milan, Milan, Nouira
My friend, I'm just like you
I come from where they eat you
If you're not, my friend, like me