Текст и перевод песни Geolier feat. Luche - RAP TUTORIAL (64 Bars)

RAP TUTORIAL (64 Bars)

Napl
Vuo piglia question? A tuo discapit
Miezzu sce nun m copia maij l'accent
Ca p st'accent prim m schifavn
Appeng placc nte curnic
Sunnav Universal mo che me ric?
Mo stann e platin mij r'int all'uffic
Nu uapp si fa rop fatt nun dic
Chi m test? Chi m'arrest?
Teng a nu frat ca e scis all'est
Vir a stu scem sta chin e cash
Ng sta na vot ca è scis ambress
Caric o disc nto deep web
Song tip Jesus Israel
Nat cu l'indole e Bin Laden
Sta Geolier is best scè
L'aggettiv mij? Napulitan
Ogni barr ra mi tutorial
Un re miglior rapper italian
Nun fa o rap in italian
Si sbagliam ripariam
Vogl muri leggend Joe Cassano
Quant mor ij nun chiagnr maij
è nu corteo no nu funeral
No nun vuless a na bitch perfett
Cu l'ogn rifatt cu l'aniell e Tiffany
Pcche si po nun tness chiu o cash frness
Pcche nun putess ij addu Tiffany
Pcche aro cresc s parl che gest
Pcche ognun penz ca chiunque po tradì
Pcche t quant ca tenn o prezz p sape o decess
Suoij ress to cash ress pur a mamm e a figl
Miezzu scè calmt ca sapimm
Pigl l'Iban po mannamil
Ca si t facc a ricaric fuij ra ro abit
T facc cagna vit
Vogl uarda l'or Richard Mille
Finché no teng stong esaurit
E si sto parlan p me
Pcche l'anna tne pur tutt e cumpagn mij
Loc si vann a sparà nun caric la ma caric primm
Pcche a chi ijamm a spara vuless spara iss a nuij p primm
Quant t prsient a un ng fa maij capi ca si intelligent
Pcche si po t vo muort tu ossaij primm r'iss e ng sta rimedij
Homie, crazy bitch ossaj ca vonn e money
Madreperla o quadrant e stu rolly
Sord spars chius nte sacchet sottofond ro trolley
Vogl o cash cash cash
Pur tu? Pero mami yo lo se
Chill ca tu tien attuorn fann "bla" mic "bang"
Cul ruoss int e jeans cigl fint ngop all'uochh
Teng o bro ca romm semp ma cu chest n'pigl suonn
Calibr
Frate 9 p 21 quant fa?
Far a led xeno m'illumin
Ne na gang parimm gli'illuminat
Saij ca corr veloc nta n'RS
Brill VVS, mbeng n'ML
Vulev ca muort er na leggend
Ma o scop st'allo essr ra vivent
Comm e bell alle sntij nte test
Ca parln e chest
Fuij si facess na scarrlat
Si vaij adda tipa toij vuo sape
Sta cu me ma tant e chat la cancllat
Ca nun z parl assaij sorry che sord tuoij
Loc chi s fa o suoij s sciosc o nas
7 stellin nguol mic chell re sbirr
Teng chell re bitch so moddat
M fasterij quas
Giur c song nu pes massim
C pigliamm o rilog comm c pigliam e tip
Saij ca tu nt n'accuorg manc
Ra ricc si miett nu rilog favz chi sospett ca ne buon?
Invec si a povr no tien favz tutt s penzn ca nun è buon
So 2000 bro
Vir a chisti sciem senza stress che cumbin mo
Vuij sit bambin ma pcche nun v'addurmit mo
Primm e registra m ricn buon appetit po
Quant m'arrtir a te saij ca ven o pulmin bro
No baby, tu saij ca nu sto chill, sto crazy
Now we chain
Liegg sta Ginevra ngop a stu Patek
Pass a nott cu me t'allien tonight
Oh my god, oh my god
Mamma m pigliav e sord a int armadij
Ma mo no fa chiu ma no pcche ng stann
Pcche song e chiu lag mis int a banc

RAP TUTORIAL (64 Bars)

Naples
Do you have any questions? To your own detriment
Half the world doesn't copy my accent
Because at first they scoffed at this accent
They used to hang plaques in frames
I dreamed of Universal, now what do they say to me?
Now my platinum records are piling up in the office
A young guy gets rich quick, don't talk
Who tests me? Who arrests me?
I have a brother who's wise to the streets
Look at this fool, he's full of cash
There isn't a time he's been in trouble
Upload the album to the deep web
Songs like Jesus Israel
Born with the spirit of Bin Laden
This Geolier is the best, you know
My adjective? Neapolitan
Every bar of mine is a tutorial
One of the best Italian rappers
He doesn't rap in Italian
If we make mistakes, we fix them
I want to die a legend like Joe Cassano
When I die, don't ever cry
It's a parade, not a funeral
No, I don't want a perfect bitch
With everything redone, with a Tiffany ring
Because if I run out of cash, she'll leave
Because I wouldn't be able to give her Tiffany anymore
Because growing up here, we talk with gestures
Because everyone thinks anyone can betray
Because you know how much it costs to know the deceased
My family remains, your cash remains only for your mom and kids
Half the world, calm down, we know
Take the IBAN, then send it to me
Because if I do you a recharge, you'll leave the neighborhood
I'll make you change your life
I want to look at the time on a Richard Mille
Until I have it, I'm restless
And if I'm talking, it's for me
Because next year, all my friends will have it too
Crazy, if they go to shoot, they don't load, they load first
Because who we're going to shoot, wants to shoot us first
When you introduce yourself to someone, they never understand that you're intelligent
Because if they want you dead, they'll kill you first, and there's no remedy
Homie, crazy bitches, they want the money
Mother-of-pearl on the dial of this Rolex
Money scattered, closed in bags at the bottom of the trolley
I want the cash cash cash
You too? But baby, I know it
Those you have around do "blah" not "bang"
With the red in the jeans, fake cigarettes up to the eyes
I have a brother who always breaks things, but with this, he doesn't make a sound
Caliber
Brother, 9 by 21, how much is that?
Doing the xenon LEDs lights me up
In a gang, we call ourselves the enlightened ones
You know he runs fast in an RS
Shining VVS, I drive an ML
They wanted me to die a legend
But the goal is to be one while alive
How nice it is to hear in the songs
That they talk about this
Out there, they're having a scarlet fever
If you go to another girl, yours wants to know
She's with me, but so many chats are deleted
Because I don't talk much, sorry about your luck
Where you do your thing, the nose loosens up
7 stars in the sky, not the ones of the cops
I have those bitches all modified
It almost bothers me
I swear I'm a fish, maximum
We take the watch like we take the girls
You know you don't even notice
If a rich guy wears a fake watch, who suspects he's not good?
Instead, if a poor guy wears a real one, everyone thinks he's not good
It's 2000 bro
Look at these fools, without stress, what they're up to now
You guys are children, but it's because you don't sleep anymore
Before recording, they tell me good appetite then
When I withdraw from you, you know the lung comes, bro
No baby, you know I'm not that guy, I'm crazy
Now we chain
Read this Geneva on this Patek
Spend the night with me, you'll get high tonight
Oh my god, oh my god
Mom used to take the money from the closets
But she doesn't do it anymore, not because there isn't any
Because I'm the one who puts the most in the bank