Текст и перевод песни Emis Killa feat. 6ix9ine & PashaPG - Dope 2

Dope 2

Sono in strada che piscio all'una di notte sopra 'sta clèr
Sono in giro con malandrini, puttane e facce da SERT
Al mio collo solo oro giallo perché è il colore del grano
Per l'Italia un alieno, lascio cerchi nel grano
Ho rispetto della mia gente a Milano come giù a Brooklyn
Questi bianchi fanno gli Yankee, per loro questo flow è Putin
Auto dalla Germania, moda italiana, tipa latina
Fai lo scemo coi miei, ti cadono i denti tipo favelas
Dentro i pezzi fai il macho, solo menzogne (solo menzogne)
No tu fra', tu stai bene a Uomini e Donne
Vita cruda, ma con più pregi che contro
Dio mi ignora, ma ho un po' di K sul conto
No, non mi è ancora scesa, parlo a rilento, guido veloce
Un'istituzione come la Chiesa, quando mi vedi fatti la croce (amen)
Questo sole ci cuoce, questa pioggia ci spegne
Non alzare la voce, fra', la strada ci sente
Son qui e respiro ancora questo smog
C'è cappa in questa camera, sembra una sala slot
Non mi guardo più allo specchio, non so più che faccia ho
Piuttosto che l'hip-hop avrei dovuto fare il rock
Perché questa vita è dope (dope)
Questa tipa è dope (dope)
La sua amica è dope
Parli e non connetto perché questa weeda è dope
Scum Gang, TR3YWAY, you don't want it!
Supposed to be nice, I don't joke at all
Shottie got a two, and it's busting off
I got the pump and all, this shit jumping off
Look to a trip, turn 'em all
Thirty clips, extendos, nigga
Shooters all go off the wind blow, nigga
We don't miss lil' nigga, you hit lil' nigga
Ride on God and my chick gon' get ya
One in your head, you in your bed
We in your crib, you X'd out
Two in your head, your boot in your bed
Don't wanna touch this wet blouse
Talk to the feds, I call up cadet
I throw him a Sharpie, he wire your mouth
Always in depth, I go get home
I go in the trunk, get them TECs out
Touch down to NYC
Made it back from Italy
They bitches be feeling me
Bet they gonna remember me
Jump in my coupe
You already know it's AMG
Back on my bullshit
Got a lot energy
I don't care what they say
'Cause you know I'm dope
I been selling flow
Like in the 80's moving coke
Shorty said she like my swag and she like my flow
And tonight she would love to try my whoo, bitch
Son qui e respiro ancora questo smog
C'è cappa in questa camera, sembra una sala slot
Non mi guardo più allo specchio, non so più che faccia ho
Piuttosto che l'hip-hop avrei dovuto fare il rock
Perché questa vita è dope (dope)
Questa tipa è dope (dope)
La sua amica è dope
Parli e non connetto perché questa weeda è dope
So we gotta let 'em know what's up
They already know what's up

Dope 2

I'm in the street pissing at one o'clock at night on ' sta cler
I'm hanging out with marauders, whores and SERT faces
At my neck only yellow gold because it is the color of wheat
For Italy an alien, I leave crop circles
I respect my people in Milan like down in Brookly
These whites do theank
Cars from Germany, Italian fashion, Latin tipa
Be a fool with mine, your teeth fall out like favelas
Inside the pieces do the macho, only lies (only lies)
No you bro, you're okay with Men and Women
Raw life, but with more merits than against
God ignores me, but I have a little K on the bill
No, it hasn't come down to me yet, I talk slow, I drive fast
An institution like the Church, when you see me cross (amen)
This sun bakes us, this rain extinguishes us
Don't raise your voice, bro, the road hears us
I'm here and I still breathe this smog
There is hood in this room, it looks like a slot room
I no longer look in the mirror, I no longer know what face I have
Rather than hip-hop I should have done rock
Because this life is dope (dope)
This girl is dope (dope)
Her friend is dope
You talk and I don't connect because this w
Scum Gang, TR3YWAY, you don't want it!
Supposed to be nice, I don't joke at all
Shottie got a two, and it's busting off
I got the pump and all, this shit jumping off
Look to a trip, turn 'em all
Thirty clips, extendos, nigga
Shooters all go off the wind blow, nigga
We don't miss lil' nigga, you hit lil' nigga
Ride on God and my chick gon' get ya
One in your head, you in your bed
We in your crib, you X'd out
Two in your head, your boot in your bed
Don't wanna touch this wet blouse
Talk to the feds, I call up cadet
I throw him a Sharpie, he wire your mouth
Always in depth, I go get home
I go in the trunk, get them TECs out
Touch down to NYC
Made it back from Italy
They bitches be feeling me
Bet they gonna remember me
Jump in my coupe
You already know it's AMG
Back on my bullshit
Got a lot energy
I don't care what they say
'Cause you know I'm dope
I been selling flow
Like in the 80's moving coke
Short said
And tonight sheoul
I'm here and I still breathe this smog
There is hood in this room, it looks like a slot room
I no longer look in the mirror, I no longer know what face I have
Rather than hip-hop I should have done rock
Because this life is dope (dope)
This girl is dope (dope)
Her friend is dope
You talk and I don't connect because this w
So gotta
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