Paroles et traduction Co'Sang - Niente 'a vedè cu' ll'ati (freestyle)

Niente 'a vedè cu' ll'ati (freestyle)

Pepp o' red

Ngopp' 'e produzion, Co' Sang!!

On the production, Co' Sang!!

Ogg a Napl tutt quand vonn sta ndo juoc, lievt a miezz frà ca e strad song e nnostr

Today in Naples all they want is to play, jump in the middle of the streets, they are ours

Sti piezz 'e mmerd!!

These pieces of shit!!

Sti' puttan a poca a vot mo caccn afor, sto parlann 'e ll'odio

These whores sometimes go out, I'm talking about hatred

Chell c dong a llor

What I give to them

Guagliun over o ssann ca nuje sunamm abbandunann a calm e soddisfann a famm

Young guys know that we give them up, calm them down, and satisfy their hunger

E vetr scur me separn ra vit e for, ij mor pe rivincit e nun me precipit

And dark windows separate me from life and outside, they die to win and I don't fall

Abbrucij pe nu desiderij 'e vincit

I burn with a desire to win

Mammà mo ddic semp e cos favz s'appiccn

Mom now I tell you what fire gets attached

Dedicat a tutt e dj ca nun ce son'n ca mo so ssciut ca o fann e nun se ne fottn

Dedicated to all the DJs who don't care, now I know they do and they don't give a damn

O' rit è tarantell, tu nun me truov rint o studij, a vocia mij è abbasc Marianell

The rhythm is tarantella, you don't find me in the studios, my voice is down Marianell

504 è o nummr for e cancell, addò e guaglion vann pazz pe can nfam,

504 is the number outside and canceled, where the guys go crazy for rap, bitches

E ten'n ferm a una man

And they hold on to one hand

A vocia mij comm'ispirazion pa rivoluzion!

My voice as inspiration for revolution!

Accussì funzion, o juorn se nfoc ccu ppoch, curon e ciur e a drog manten e figl e nisciun e po me trov annanz sti pisciun

That's how I work, the day starts with little, run and flowers and the drug keeps the children and no one and then I find in front of these fish

Fann comm si nun sann o clan

They act like they don't know the clan

SPACCANAPOLI sett'anne fa nda tutt' Italij

SPACCANAPOLI seven years ago in all of Italy

C'assettamm a tavl cu nata cap pcche o juoco è cagnat, supermercat ro disc, robb ammescat e cchi ha scassat aiere rint a nui nun crere, io e Peppe appicciamm ppe loro, int 'o 2005 caco mmano 'o rap, facc vrè 'e pistol se chi son è na sola a pista dorm, 'a troia ball sott 'e pall, ne agg'vist tropp mo c'vuò na scoss, co' quacche oss rott nient'a vrè cu' ll'ati ca vonno stà n'copp 'e rullant.

We sit at the table with Christmas Eve because the game has changed, disc supermarkets, mixed things and who broke yesterday in our home don't believe, Peppe and I light up for them, in 2005 I poop my hand to rap , make the pistol real if who I am is a single track sleeping, the bitch dances under the balls, I've seen too much now I need a shock, with some broken bones, nothing to see with the others who want to stay on the road.