Paroles et traduction Clementino feat. Tonico 70, Patto MC & Morfuco - Profumo Di Strada

Profumo Di Strada

è a strad c agg mparat p fa muisca è 'a fiamm c ha appicciat stu stil ca' farm, profumm e strad ca m puort l'unic scantinat sale giochi c'e stecc e bigliard
C parl arret è? pcche stamm tropp annanz
Tuccamm 'a meta e 'o mar arriv ngopp 'a panz, mentalità terron, min't arapn e danz
Abball 'o pescator,'o sant c'o cap paranz!
'O rendez-vous street export,
Chiurit 'a chat!
Ngopp 'o beat 'o lungomar eccezional,
Cor 'mman, fratellanz, personal, Enzo Prada!
Ra Nol' tele colore
Riunit fra na passion
Cu nu spaccimm 'e motor ma nun t firm a sanzion
Dario, Ciro e Tayone, Fabio, Mario e Kaboul
Ngopp 'o beat 'e Tonin master music o studij
E mo pazziamm 'a stu jiuoc comm Hey-Man e t stutamm o microfon e sgam o playback
è a strad c'agg m parat p fà musica
è 'a fiamma c ha appicciat stu stil ca' farm, profumm e strad ca m puort e l'unic scantinat, sala giochi c'e stecc e bigliard
Cresciut miezz'a vij,'cca sott 'a terr tremm e tu nun puo capí si nun staj miazz a 'uerr
'E not ind 'a savan p capì,
'E not ind'a savan p fuj!
Cu sta cricc t'accatt e t veng,
Ro primm mument scrivatell m'piett
Si ancor nun staj capenn!
"Ua brò", "ua my friend ",
Appicc stu sterij, stut stu scherm
E miett'c nu poc 'e sentiment!
è 'a fiamma c ha appicciat stu stil ca' farm .
Cresciut miezz'a vij,'cca sott 'a terr tremm
'E not ind 'a savan p capì,
'E not ind'a savan p fuj!
Quann tutt partì,
Quann 'o quod rimpiazzò a Marij,
Venuto su fra sti bastardi, fra stecc 'e biliard e rap!
Sulla track suona hi-tech,
Cresciuto coi Cypress Hill, Sean Price - to connect!
L'Hip-Hop ha un codice che non vale per chi è vile:
Rispetta chi spacca,
Per un cafardo certe star sono star come il dado,
Clementino è il benvenuto, viene qui e chiude il quadro.
Patto MC: dall'asfalto allo stereo;
Al primo che mi ha reso serio,
Al secondo il più sincero, più sfacciato!
'Cca ce truov amor p famiglia, amici, musica e catrame!
Cresciut miezz'a vij,'cca sott 'a terr tremm
'E not ind 'a savan p capì,
'E not ind'a savan p fuj!

Scent of the Street

The street taught me how to make music, it's the flame that ignited this style I have, the scent of the street that leads me to the only basement, the game room with pool cues and billiards
Who's talking behind? Because we're too far ahead
We touch the finish line and the sea arrives on our belly, southern mentality, my hands open and I dance
Dance the fisherman, the saint with the fish head!
The street export rendezvous,
Close the chat!
On the beat, the exceptional promenade,
Run with me, brotherhood, personal, Enzo Prada!
From Naples, colored TVs
Reunited by a passion
With a broken engine but you don't stop at the sanction
Dario, Ciro and Tayone, Fabio, Mario and Kaboul
On Tonino's beat, master music or studies
And now we're crazy about this game like He-Man and we turn off the microphone and reveal the playback
It's the street that taught me how to make music
It's the flame that ignited this style I have, the scent of the street that leads me to the only basement, the game room with pool cues and billiards
Grown up among the alleys, here under the earth we tremble and you can't understand if you're not in the middle of the war
The notes in the savannah to understand,
The notes in the savannah to escape!
Whoever has more money buys you and sells you,
The first moment write it on my chest
If you still don't understand!
"Yo bro", "Yo my friend",
Turn off this stereo, turn off this screen
And put a little bit of feeling!
It's the flame that ignited this style I have.
Grown up among the alleys, here under the earth we tremble
The notes in the savannah to understand,
The notes in the savannah to escape!
When everything started,
When the prison replaced the seas,
Grown up among these bastards, among pool cues and rap!
Hi-tech plays on the track,
Grew up with Cypress Hill, Sean Price - to connect!
Hip-Hop has a code that doesn't apply to those who are vile:
Respect those who break,
For a cockroach, certain stars are stars like the dice,
Clementino is welcome, he comes here and closes the picture.
Patto MC: from the asphalt to the stereo;
To the first one who made me serious,
To the second one the most sincere, the most brazen!
Here we find love for family, friends, music and tar!
Grown up among the alleys, here under the earth we tremble
The notes in the savannah to understand,
The notes in the savannah to escape!