Paroles et traduction Dunkan - Americano

Americano

Dalle trenches homies
Wanna pop shit sempre
Aggiunge il mio nome
Alla sua opp list mentre
Parla come fosse
Nella Mob, bitch mentre
Brother miei girano con i chopstick
Fuori dallo struggle
Bag non è di chi la merita
Bitch
Non vuole la verità
Pregano tutti di uscire
Dalla street interi fra
Sa tutto lo slang
Ma non ha mai visto l'America
Bitch
Niente lacking
Pull-upa nel blocco con
Un emme in palla
Dormivamo come lupi
Dentro un kennel fra
Visto un uomo con i buchi
Come un emmental
Milano come Harlem
Le gocce di sangue
Fanno a pois delle Air Force bianche
Come fossi Johnny Depp
E l'opposition Amber
Non mi prende neanche
Se mi sparano alle gambe
Come se Durant fosse rimasto
Sempre ai Thunder
Finché non ci sono troppi zeri
E non conti più i numbers
Bitch da dieci li facciamo
Diventare a hundred
Poi ancora a hundred
Poi ancora hundred poi ancora a hundred

Tu vuoi fa l'Americano
Americano
Americano
America
Ma sei nato in Italy
Ma sei nato in Italy
Tu vuoi fa l'Americano
Americano
Americano
America
Ma sei nato in Italy
Ma sei nato in Italy

Titolare in campo
Da prima che c'era il mister
Vedo gli opps con gli occhi
Di un fatty che scarta chipster
Talking about practice
Iverson quando era ai Sixers
Felice sui social
Ma dal vivo bitch è triste
Viste bische
Liste nere
Dove non vuoi comparire
Testa aprire come uova ad Easter
Cutter Cut taglia bene come butter
What?
Sbaglia tono prende un upper cut
Tipo sucker punch
Deep
Entrata nel blocco scenografica
Big
Papa con il dry in pancia dall'Africa slick
Sempre qualità non quella classica shit boy
Dico for life solo coi miei blood
Fuori dalla fam non mostra love
Bitch ass parla come fosse un plug
Vuoi vedere se sei un vero thug?

Tu vuoi fa l'America
Americano
Americano
America
Ma sei nato in Italy
Ma sei nato in Italy
Tu vuoi fa l'America
Americano
Americano
America
Ma sei nato in Italy
Ma sei nato in Italy

Americano

From the trenches, homie
You always wanna talk shit
Put my name
On your opp list while you
Talking like you're
In the Mob, bitch while
My brothers walk around with chopsticks
Out of the struggle
The bag is not meant for who deserves it
Bitch
You don't want the truth
You're all praying to get out
From the streets, entire bro
You know all the slang
But you've never seen America
Bitch
No lackin'
Pull up in the block with
A ball of em
We slept like wolves
Inside a kennel, bro
Saw a man with holes
Like Swiss cheese
Milan like Harlem
The drops of blood
Make polka dots on white Air Forces
Like I was Johnny Depp
And the opposition Amber
She doesn't even get me
If they shoot me in the legs
Like Durant stayed
Always on the Thunder
Until there are too many zeros
And you don't count the numbers anymore
Bitch, we do it by tens
Becoming a hundred
Then a hundred again
Then a hundred again and again a hundred

You want to play the American
American
American
America
But you were born in Italy
But you were born in Italy
You want to play the American
American
American
America
But you were born in Italy
But you were born in Italy

Starter on the field
Since before there was a coach
I see the opps with the eyes
Of a fatty who unwraps chips
Talking about practice
Iverson when he was with the Sixers
Happy on social media
But in person, you're sad, bitch
Seen gambling dens
Blacklists
Where you don't want to appear
Open your head like eggs at Easter
Cutter Cut cuts well like butter
What?
Wrong tone, you get an upper cut
Like a sucker punch
Deep
Entrance into the block is spectacular
Big
Father with the dry in his belly from Africa, slick
Always quality, not that classic shit, boy
I say for life only with my blood
Outside the family, he doesn't show love
Bitch ass talks like he's a plug
Do you want to see if you're a real thug?

You want to play the American
American
American
America
But you were born in Italy
But you were born in Italy
You want to play the American
American
American
America
But you were born in Italy
But you were born in Italy