Текст и перевод песни Block 888 - La flare
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Parca
vin
din
Londra
It
seems
like
I'm
from
London
Ca
abordez
stilu'
foarte
fin,
intelegi
filmul
Because
I
approach
the
style
very
finely,
you
get
the
movie
Pentru
c-am
riscat
multe
si
inca
mai
risc
Because
I've
risked
a
lot
and
I
still
risk
it
Pentru
ca
ei
vorbesc
mult
si
habar
n-au
ce
sa
mai
zica
Because
they
talk
a
lot
and
have
no
idea
what
to
say
Parca
vin
din
Londra
It
seems
like
I'm
from
London
Ca
abordez
stilu'
foarte
fin,
intelegi
filmul
Because
I
approach
the
style
very
finely,
you
get
the
movie
Pentru
c-am
riscat
multe
si
inca
mai
risc
Because
I've
risked
a
lot
and
I
still
risk
it
Pentru
ca
ei
vorbesc
mult
si
habar
n-au
ce
sa
mai
zica
Because
they
talk
a
lot
and
have
no
idea
what
to
say
Stile
americano
ne
abbiamo
We
got
the
American
style
Ma
il
sogno
italiano
But
the
Italian
dream
È
ciò
che
io
canto
da
tempo
Is
what
I've
been
singing
for
a
long
time
Finché
poi
arrivo
al
camposanto
Until
then,
I'll
get
to
the
cemetery
Odio
cantare
di
poesia
I
hate
singing
about
poetry
Non
è
colpa
mia
se
non
è
cosa
mia
It's
not
my
fault
if
it's
not
my
thing
Casa
mia
ormai
diventa
un
studio
My
house
is
now
becoming
a
studio
Le
casse
ormai
dappertutto
The
speakers
are
now
everywhere
Nel
weekend
dimmi
quindi,
esci,
che
facciamo
On
the
weekend,
tell
me
then,
go
out,
what
are
we
doing
Passato
un
altro
fine
settimana
sul
divano
Spent
another
weekend
on
the
couch
La
flare
Kova,
non
capite
il
film,
seguo
mode
La
flare
Kova,
you
don't
get
the
movie,
I
follow
trends
Le
creo
anche,
non
vedo
proble',
intravedo
cose
I
also
create
them,
I
see
no
problems,
I
see
things
Parca
vin
din
Londra
It
seems
like
I'm
from
London
Ca
abordez
stilu'
foarte
fin,
intelegi
filmul
Because
I
approach
the
style
very
finely,
you
get
the
movie
Pentru
c-am
riscat
multe
si
inca
mai
risc
Because
I've
risked
a
lot
and
I
still
risk
it
Pentru
ca
ei
vorbesc
mult
si
habar
n-au
ce
sa
mai
zica
Because
they
talk
a
lot
and
have
no
idea
what
to
say
Ick
bin
Zertifizierter
Liebhaberjunge
I'm
a
certified
lover
boy
Ick
möchte
einen
Luger
I
want
a
Luger
Bleibe
ich
immer
weniger
I
stay
less
and
less
Ick
will
keine
Probleme
mehr
I
don't
want
any
more
problems
Dicka,
Ick
zeige
keine
Gefühle
Bro,
I
show
no
emotions
Du
hast
nicht
meine
Denkschule
You
don't
have
my
way
of
thinking
Dicka,
ick
bin
the
G.O.A.T
Bro,
I'm
the
G.O.A.T
Atuncea
nu
mai
fac
nimic
Then
I
do
nothing
Las
sa
treaca
de
cand
eram
mic
I
let
it
go
since
I
was
a
child
Si
cred
ca
mereu
am
ghicit
And
I
think
I've
always
guessed
Pentru
ca
anumite
chestii
le
zic
Because
I
say
certain
things
Doar
eu
si
niciun
artist
Only
me
and
no
artist
In
care
nu
te
regasesti
In
which
you
don't
find
yourself
Am
degetele
pe
taste
I
have
my
fingers
on
the
keys
Gata
sa
le
scriu
Ready
to
write
them
High
grade,
La
flare
High
grade,
La
flare
Runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
highway
Runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
highway
Ain't
a
give
a
fuck
about
y'all
'cause
I'm
not
afraid
Ain't
a
give
a
fuck
about
y'all
cause
I'm
not
afraid
Cause
they
don't
give
a
fuck
about
the
Triple
Eight
Cause
they
don't
give
a
fuck
about
the
Triple
Eight
High
grade,
La
flare
High
grade,
La
flare
Runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
highway
Runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
runnin',
highway
Ain't
a
give
a
fuck
about
y'all
'cause
I'm
not
afraid
Ain't
a
give
a
fuck
about
y'all
cause
I'm
not
afraid
Cause
they
don't
give
a
fuck
about
the
Triple
Eight
Cause
they
don't
give
a
fuck
about
the
Triple
Eight
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