Текст и перевод песни Clementino feat. Op.Rot - Lettera al telefono

Lettera al telefono

Op.rot
Pronto Clemè sta vot è all'ultima
Cant p chi nun ha capit chell ca je intend p' music
Nun teng stiml, parol comm' a spigl, viv vann int'e' rin e chi ma stis e pil e mo' l'elimin
Aggia n'tise tropp e' lloro e ricr op.rot e tecniche
Nonostant o'core stev rint e test
E allor je rest scettico è na pazziell
O'cazunciell largo va in letargo bast a fa o pullcenella
Facev o'rap a sidic'ann
E a oggi nonostant e' sfuorz
O'bben kkiù carnal l'hann rat e' cuozz
Hann capit ca è passion si a vena n'front s n'torz
Che da giudizi comm'a lizz pija o' cazz a muorz
Aggia n'tis l'addor r'e pacc r'e ciocci e sfrivr
Pcchè a n'ann ca nun'già fann nun er fatt e ridr
Gente ca sona ancora pcchè ten sord a spennr
Disc ca s ven'n vacant comm'e federe e nu liett
Add'o je me cocco nun teng kkiù tiemp a perdere
Rispett a chi m port
Ma mo' l'aggia appennere
Ma o'kiuov nun vo' scennr n'copp a mur ka pen'n
So' vetr ca s'appan'n e parol ca nun se fermn
Clemè capisc che dico è nu blokk
Forse continuo a fa o' rap ma no p nomm e l'hip-hop
A competizion fa bene ma nun a' gelosia
Forz certi vot conviene ma nun è a guerra mia
Stann frnenn e sord, o'saccio can un si' d'accord
Ma si attis e sempre all'improvviso ca se spezza a' cord
Nu salut nu salut o' rong a te pcchè saccio chi si
O'bben p'e cumpagn nun a ki m kiamm MC
Clementino
Pronto op.rot songo clemente
T saccio troppo bbuono e te rongo ragion e saccio tropp bbuono can nun è l'ultima vota ca m kiamm
Te posso dicere ca facenn nu piezzo comm'a kist è akkussì can u wajon addvent veramente MC
Ci mancano ancora tant'ann e tnimm tant r'e cose a fa
Brav op.rot è n'garrat veramente a storia comm stà
Ca se pensano ca l'hip-hop è frnut fann ancora a ki cumman'n
Ma nun hann capit ca tutt'e' creatur addventn ross e che bbuò fa
Fann a gara a ki fa o'piezzo kkiù estremo
Ma si nun dici nu cazzo quale cazzo è piezzo estremo ti è rimasto
Ma allor p'e prossim vint'ann tutt e' wajunciell ca se vonno m'parà
Nun o'ppon fa pcchè stanno e'cap ca l'hann inventato e o'vvonno evità?
Po' ci sta ki e'gare e rap c'avimma appiccicà, o se no se pijano collera
Guardati nu poc attuorn ccà fann a ki se dice kkiù barzellett
Ka e' free style ann addiventat pazzielle
Po' m'aggia allamentà ca guerrieri a'mostr comm'a giuann spider
Se ne vanno senza nemmanco me salutà
E ke te rimane
Nun abbastano nemmanco e'mazze e fierro pe ce fermà
N'a vota ka è fatto nu testo serio l'e fa crescere
Comm'a nu figlio e nun l'e abbandunà
Je pe m'addifennere r'à vit so' costrett a fa o'pullecenella int'a nu teatro ma pure miezo a 'via
So' costrett a purtà 7000 maschere diverse pa m fa capì
Forz pcchè teng scuorno di essere me stess ma senza stress
E'vot riesco a scanzà e fuosso e a vot cado n'terr e c vò na pal pa m sossere
Te vengono proprio e' moss ma a storia è sempre a stessa
Ma a scen nun mor pcchè ci sta ki o'tten e o'vott
Crede all'hip-hop mett o'core e ki so' sti parole

Letter on the Phone

Op.rot
Hello Clemè, this time it's really the last
I can't sing for those who don't get what I mean through music
I have no stimuli, words to explain, life goes into the veins and who stands by me and who doesn't, I eliminate them now
I have too many of them and I'm looking for op.rot and techniques
Even though the heart was inside the head
And then I remain skeptical, it's crazy
The big chatterbox goes into lethargy, enough of playing the fool
I was rapping at sixteen
And today despite the efforts
The most carnal good here have seen it as a cook
They understood that it's passion if the vein in the forehead twists
That from judgments like lice, take the dick to die
I have to put to sleep the pack of fools and chills
Because in a year that they haven't done yet, they haven't made me laugh
People who still play because they have money to spend
Records that are sold empty like pillowcases and a bed
With my heart I don't have time to waste anymore
Respect to those who bring me
But now I have to hang it up
But the nail doesn't want to go up on the wall, what do you think?
They are glasses that fog up and words that don't stop
Clemè, understand what I'm saying, it's a block
Maybe I'll continue to rap but not for the name of hip-hop
Competition is good but not jealousy
Force sometimes is convenient but it's not my war
They are braking the deaf, I know when you don't agree
But if you pull and always suddenly the string breaks
A greeting, a greeting, I call you because I know who you are
Good for the company, not for those who call me MC
Clementino
Hello op.rot, it's Clemente
I know you too well and I give you reason and I know too well when it's not the last time you call me
I can tell you that doing a piece like this is how the boys become real MCs
We still have many years to go and many things to do
Good op.rot, it's really a grab, the story as it is
That they think hip-hop is over, they still do who's in charge
But they don't understand that all creatures become red and what they want to do
They compete to see who makes the most extreme piece
But if you don't say a damn thing, what the hell is an extreme piece you have left?
But then for the next twenty years all the boys who want to copy me
They can't do it because they understand that they invented it and they want to avoid it?
Then there are those who have rap competitions that we have attached, otherwise they get angry
Look around here, they do who says the most jokes
With freestyle they have become crazy
Then I have to complain that monster warriors like John Spider
They leave without even greeting me
And what do you have left
Not even the maces and iron are enough to stop us
Once a serious text is made, it makes it grow
Like a son and you don't abandon him
I, to defend myself from life, am forced to play the fool in a theater but also in the middle of the street
I'm forced to wear 7000 different masks to make myself understood
Maybe because I'm ashamed of being myself but without stress
Sometimes I manage to avoid the ditches and sometimes I fall to the ground and it takes a shovel to lift me up
You get the moves but the story is always the same
But the scene doesn't die because there are those who hold it and want it
Believe in hip-hop, put your heart and who these words are