Paroles et traduction Tedua feat. Chris Nolan & Sofiane - Fashion Week Rmx

Fashion Week Rmx

Fianso! Scendi pure!
L'Italia suona,
la Francia risponde dalla Ballio (click-clack!) alla periferia
Glimow, Parigi-Milano, Napoli-Genova,
Gioia-Marsiglia (ish ish), la fami, Maghreb
Fanculo gli infami
Tutta la strada riunita
Perché ho un mio pezzo in uscita
Lamborghini, se alzo chili quando guidi lei ammortizza
Non far la faccia stupita
Chi mi minaccia è suicida
Sai che intendo dire che apro rime manco in chirurgia
Entro dentro un hotel lusso pagato
Senta, spenga quell'antifumo del cazzo
Io con i miei che destiamo sospetto
Mentre lampeggia il metal detector
Porto dell'oro, non ho addosso un rrofe
Però, fre', le corde vocali sono in fil di ferro
Segui il mio gruppo in combutta col male
Sembriamo jedi, senza le spade
Quando la scala del blocco
Occulta un MP5 con mirino laser
Homie non fotto con certe bad vibes
Sarà il prodotto di quel che vedrai
A Cogo il coccodrillo non piange le lacrime
O racconta chiacchiere in giro
Sai che il beat di Chris ti martella
Ho un amico "X" che sta in cella
Alla fashion week in passerella
Esco una mia hit, si alza l'asticella
Ok, sto facendo il contrario
Di quel che mi dicevan: "Non sei prettamente portato"
Scusa ma per i miei sogni
Muori o mordi, Mowgli è un soldato
J'vais fumer le chien, le gosse, et la petite amie
En passant la porte la victime qui pallit
Tedua et L'affranchi parré carré
Comme la Corré Du Nord et le nord de l'Italie
C'est L'Algeria, nerveux comme Gattuso
J'vais marrier son cul, jai mis lanneau sous string
Tout les hommes calibrés ya dboss ou
dking, l'ambiance est rossonegro Milano soolking
Le plus beau jour de ta jeunesse on t'le gache
Les soeurs a l'arriere et grosses fesses quon tle cache
Moi j'attend qu'on test, c'est pour ta mere qu'on stresse
Jsors ma bite a confesse pour que tout le monde le sache
Controle de Gennaro, frappe de Baggio
Bouton rouge sur lequipe rafale en Piaggio
Ich Ich jcompte mes pratiquants
Bonchar géchar comme les caisses du Vatican
Fianso
Recharge la macchina Salvatore Riina qui sort du ballon
Affranchis musica qui bosse pour la cosa qui prend du gallon
Recharge la macchina Salvatore Riina qui sort du ballon
Affranchis musica qui bosse pour la cosa qui prend du gallon
Recharge la macchina Salvatore Riina qui sort du ballon
Affranchis musica qui bosse pour la cosa qui prend du gallon
Sai che il beat di Chris ti martella
Ho un amico "X" che sta in cella
Alla fashion week in passerella
Esco una mia hit, si alza l'asticella
Ok, sto facendo il contrario
Di quel che mi dicevan: "Non sei prettamente portato"
Scusa ma per i miei sogni
Muori o mordi, Mowgli è un soldato

Fashion Week Remix

Fianso! Come on down!
Italy is playing,
France responds from Ballio (click-clack!) to the suburbs
Glimow, Paris-Milan, Naples-Genoa,
Joy-Marseille (ish ish), the hunger, Maghreb
Fuck the snitches
The whole street is united
Because I have a new track coming out
Lamborghini, if I lift weights when you drive, she absorbs
Don't look surprised
Whoever threatens me is suicidal
You know I mean that I open rhymes, not even in surgery
I walk into a paid luxury hotel
Listen, turn off that damn smoke detector
Me and my people are suspicious
While the metal detector flashes
I carry gold, I don't have a gun on me
But, girl, my vocal cords are made of iron wire
Follow my group in cahoots with evil
We look like Jedi, without the swords
When the block stairs
Hide an MP5 with a laser sight
Homie, I don't fuck with certain bad vibes
It will be the product of what you'll see
In Cogo, the crocodile doesn't cry tears
Or tell stories around
You know Chris's beat hammers you
I have a friend "X" who's in jail
At fashion week on the catwalk
I release my hit, the bar is raised
Okay, I'm doing the opposite
Of what they told me: "You're not really talented"
Sorry, but for my dreams
Die or bite, Mowgli is a soldier
I'm gonna smoke the dog, the kid, and the girlfriend
Passing through the door, the victim who turns pale
Tedua and L'affranchi squared off
Like North Korea and Northern Italy
It's Algeria, nervous like Gattuso
I'm gonna marry her ass, I put the ring under the string
All the men are calibrated, there's work or
dking, the atmosphere is red and black, Milan soolking
The most beautiful day of your youth, we spoil it for you
The sisters in the back and big asses that we hide from you
Me, I'm waiting for us to test, it's for your mother that we stress
I take out my dick at confession so that everyone knows
Gennaro's control, Baggio's strike
Red button on the burst team in Piaggio
Ich Ich I count my practitioners
Bonchar unload like the Vatican's coffers
Fianso
Reload the machine, Salvatore Riina coming out of the balloon
Affranchis musica who works for the thing that's gaining gallons
Reload the machine, Salvatore Riina coming out of the balloon
Affranchis musica who works for the thing that's gaining gallons
Reload the machine, Salvatore Riina coming out of the balloon
Affranchis musica who works for the thing that's gaining gallons
You know Chris's beat hammers you
I have a friend "X" who's in jail
At fashion week on the catwalk
I release my hit, the bar is raised
Okay, I'm doing the opposite
Of what they told me: "You're not really talented"
Sorry, but for my dreams
Die or bite, Mowgli is a soldier