Текст и перевод песни L'Elfo - Funghi in salsa rosa

Funghi in salsa rosa

Chisti ca parunu parunu e basta, fozza accucchiati sta mala cumpassa
Mi sta parennu ca stati iucannu ca
Minchia ro poccu e poi u poccu s'ancazza
Stati fitennu spacchiu registrati, ietta u microfunu abbessa sta cosa
Chisti ca spuntunu parunu fungi, aspetta che iffucu cu sta sassa rosa
Liricamente iu vi isu nda l'aria, mi sanu sentiri u mostru i Catania
Pi mia non si masculu e pari na fimmina spatti na fimmina laria
Venimi a taliari nde me sirati, ti fazzu avviriri comu si sona
Nda vita fai sulu minchiati però pi sta vota fai na cosa bona
Panini re camion tipo religione porchetta e formaggio ri prima matina
La tua canzone spacca, carina, a me canzuni ti spacca a carina
U sai quantu fangu mi ittanu, mi sparuliavunu tutti sti meddi
Ora su pigghiu u microfunu fazzu vagnari tutti i fimmineddi
Tutti i me frati no sanu u latinu, ma sanu riri tu mutu scupinu
Dici che non sono forte, ma non mi sucare la minchia
Ca chiddi ca tu ti spacchì ni pigghiamu ri pisu e ibbiamu ra Timpa
A to casa u po fari u liuni picchi su nesci si niciulu Simba
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I cristiani che soddi nda giacca a mia m'insignanu ca nuddu è pulitu
Na strada longa si viri u cavaddu, se nda strada di Via Plebiscito
Tu non cumanni sì causi catta, pistimi a cura ca sauta sta iatta
Non si ncristianu pi mia si na
Bratta ti visti mpicatu nda gomma ra scappa
Mi fici na mala gavetta, mi fici macari a to soru
Ora sugnu nmalu rapper, fammi na statua ri oru
Catania ma tegnu nda manu, sempri d'appressu ma pottu
Si po diri ca su moru u rap a Catania è mottu
Quannu eru nicu non c'era l'Iphone, megghiu accussì, cririmi
Scappi sputtusati pi ghiucari sempri o 15
A scola ra strada t'ansigna a
Campari, carusi nda sciara co lignu nde manu
Cristiani o barettu cu nmalu
Campari, che manu caddusi ma pi travagghiari
Noi pisci rossi, voi pisci russi
E non fari spacchiamento a tia cu spacchiu ti canusci
Ora su nesciu ra casa i cristiani mi ricunu mbare si mpazzu
Tu quannu nesci ra casa i cristiani ti ricunu mutu pagghiazzu!
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Mushrooms in Pink Sauce

Those guys who just talk and talk, let's get this mess sorted out
It seems to me you're playing around
A little bit of bullshit and then things get heated
You're looking at yourselves in the mirror, recording, throw the microphone away, forget this
Those who pop up like mushrooms, wait till I fire up with this pink sauce
Lyrically, I blow you away, they can hear the monster of Catania
To me you're not a man, you seem like a woman, actually a silly woman
Come see me at my shows, I'll show you how it's done
You only do bullshit in life, but this time do something good
Truck sandwiches like a religion, pork and cheese from early morning
Your song is awesome, babe, my song will break you, babe
You know how much mud they throw at me, all these losers badmouthing me
Now I take the microphone, I make all the girls go wild
All my brothers don't know Latin, but they know how to say "you're a dumb sucker"
You say I'm not strong, but don't suck my dick
Because the ones you mess with, we gain weight and go to Timpa
At your house you can act like a lion because if you go out you're a little Simba
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Christians with money in their pockets teach me that nobody is clean
A long road shows the horse, if it's on the road of Via Plebiscito
You don't command if you find things, watch out because this cat jumps
You're not a Christian, to me you're a
Brat, you're dressed stuck in the rubber of the escape
I did some bad apprenticeship, I even did your sister
Now I'm a bad rapper, make me a golden statue
Catania I hold in my hand, always close, I can
You could say that if I die, rap in Catania is dead
When I was little there was no iPhone, better that way, believe me
We'd run out sweaty to always play "15"
The school of the street teaches you to
Fight, kids in the street with wood in their hands
People at the bar with a bad
Fight, with callous hands but to work
We're goldfish, you're redfish
And don't act tough, you know yourself with a mirror
Now I leave the house and people recognize me right away, I'm going crazy
When you leave the house, people recognize you as a dumb clown!
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