Текст и перевод песни Clementino feat. Sanguemostro - Obbe

Obbe

Domenica sera ti ho prestato la mia roba
Tanto so che tu non la restituirai
Lunedi mattina che mi asciughi sopra Whatsapp
Quando chiami non mi dici manco come stai?
Comme? Obbe, fra t vogl' ben ma scinn'm a cuoll
Fratm, comme? Obbe, son o cellular ma nu t rispong.Fratm!
E nun salut manc', e gia m chied o skunk'
Me chiest pur a stanz, m n vac o Sri Lanka
E so per certo, mentre cerchi l'adattatore
La tua ragazza nella villa la da a tatore
Mo pigl' stu microfn e to chiav ngap'
Rappamm a nu cuofn e nun t applicà
Ca s'arap alti pian, patti chiar
Attigiat a partigian, na seggiat' aret e rin
Party star, la città, sient o bass altopian
Sin city artigan, put your hands, jackie chan
Comm a Enz artigian, faticamm, quanti fan? a ro stann
Latitant, la ti dann ati gramm, static funk, fatti la
Parl e me ca parl over e so chiu serij
Tutt ch'elli view nun e tien p na canzon ind a nu stereo
Me sciuttat p Pinucci', po e parlat p Pechin, e rutt o cazz p Dio Rap, Fra ce fatt nu bucchin, oh!

Obbe

Sunday night I lent you my stuff
I know you're not going to give it back anyway
Monday morning you hit me up on Whatsapp
When you call, you don't even ask me how I'm doing?
What? Obbe, I like you, but get off my back
Bro, what? Obbe, it's my phone but you're not answering. Bro!
And you don't even say hello, you just ask for my weed
You're even asking me for my room, I'm not going to Sri Lanka
And I know for sure, while you're looking for the adapter
Your girlfriend is giving it to someone else in the villa
Now I'm taking this mic and I'm going to rap to you in the face
We're going to rap and you're not going to apply
Because we're going to open high plans, clear agreements
Posing as a partisan, a seat in the back and come on
Party star, the city, hear the bass, highland
Sin city artigan, put your hands, Jackie Chan
Like Enz artisan, we work hard, how many fans? We're there
Latitant, they'll give you more grams, static funk, do it
I talk, and I talk over, and I'm more serious
All those views don't last a song in a stereo
You call me for Pinucci', then you talk for Pechin, and I get pissed off for God Rap, Bro let's take a sip, oh!