Текст и перевод песни Ntò - Chiron

Chiron

Bellavista
Bella vita
Tengo 'e cunsigli
Tengo 'e cunsigli
Tengo 'e cunsigli d'e viecchi
Tengo tutt 'e sorde int' e scatoli
Televisori int 'e specchi
Pe' chesti troie so' nu scapolo
Nun vulimme essere poveri
Povere ncopp' e tavoli
Stirpe Bugatti Chiron
Parli cu 'o top e Napoli
Manc' je me scordo 'e tutte cose
Nun astipo grazia, castigo
A tutt l' uommene 'e mmerda
Ca m' hann sempe tradito
Pur si nun 'e faje male
'Sti lote stanno affamati
Pure si sparti 'o ppane
Vonno sta primma 'e ll'ati
Tu primma 'e me, munnezza?
Si fusse overo meglio
Nun crire manco a te stesso
Te serve 'a gente areto
Pensavo ca ire furbo
Ca te piacevano 'e sorde
Pe sta a livello refunne
Ncanno no prete ma corde
E cu 'e parole sta accorto
Ca fino e mo ammo pazziato
Verimme buono chi piglia
Palate int' a na mazziata
Mo nun songo 'e tiempi 'e primma
Mo songo 'e tiempi nuovi
Mo ve crerite ca simme
Ma invece nun simme proprio
M' avite pigliato 'a spruvvista
Luntano d' a luce 'e Cristo
Ordine sparalo a vista
Ma mo' vasateve a chisto
Spiera ca nun me nrgippo
Ca nun tengo niente 'a perdere
Pippete n' ata pista
Parla 'e te, parla d'e femmene
Sparo 'o riavulo int'o pere pe' nu Panamera
Tu dice ca me vuo' bene ma nun saccio si si' overa
Tra baby killer e marijuoli e si me vuò
Stongo sempe int' o rione, mmano 'o tipo nuovo

Tengo 'e cunsigli d'e viecchi
Tengo tutt 'e sorde int' e scatoli
Televisori int 'e specchi
Pe' chesti troie so' nu scapolo
Nun vulimme essere poveri
Povere ncopp' e tavoli
Stirpe Bugatti Chiron
Parli cu 'o top e Napoli

Tengo 'e cunsigli d'e viecchi
Tengo tutt 'e sorde int' e scatoli
Televisori int 'e specchi
Pe' chesti troie so' nu scapolo
Nun vulimme essere poveri
Povere ncopp' e tavoli
Stirpe Bugatti Chiron
Parli cu 'o top e Napoli

Sto nziéme a chi rapisce e fa' e rapine
Tu nun capisce manco cchiù chi si'
Fuje si sento 'o mutore d'o T-Max
Nun se sape a chi se magnano dimane
Pigli a paccheri e femmene, Ciro di Marzio
Nuje pacchi int' e braccioli d'o divano
Je so' na strada chiusa int' a nu juorno e pioggia
Vengo addò 'e llacreme so' adivintate gocce 'e benzodiazepine
'O dulore è doce
Penso che ci azzecco je? So' sule nu waglione
Essa pututo tenè 'e piezzi dint' e Nike
Ma so' intellettuale comme Killer Mike
Pe' manager 'e major, nfurmateve, tengo
Cchiù sorde d'e sciemi ca ate firmato
È meglio nu Bmw tutto accessoriato?
O na Bugatti cu 'e rrote bucate?

Chiron

Belview
Beautiful life
I have advice
I have advice
I have advice from the elders
I have all the money in boxes
Televisions in mirrors
For these whores I'm a bachelor
We don't want to be poor
Poor on the tables
Bugatti Chiron lineage
You talk to the top of Naples
I don't even forget all the things
I don't ask for mercy
To all the shitty men
Who have always betrayed me
Even if you don't hurt them
These wolves are hungry
Even if you share the bread
They want to be before others
You before me, dirtbag?
If it were true, it would be better
Don't even trust yourself
You need people behind you
I thought I was being clever
That you liked money
To stay at the level, donate
I'm not a priest, but I'm a heart
And be careful with your words
Because until now I've been crazy
Let me see who takes
Blows to slap
These are not the old times anymore
These are new times
You think we are
But instead we are not at all
You caught me off guard
Far from the light of Christ
Order shoot at sight
But now kiss this one
Hope I don't lose my temper
Because I have nothing to lose
Bullshits in another track
Talk about you, talk about women
I shoot the bullets in the wall for a Panamera
You say you love me, but I don't know if it's true
Between baby killers and potheads, and if you love me
I'm always in the neighborhood, with the new guy

I have advice from the elders
I have all the money in boxes
Televisions in mirrors
For these whores I'm a bachelor
We don't want to be poor
Poor on the tables
Bugatti Chiron lineage
You talk to the top of Naples

I have advice from the elders
I have all the money in boxes
Televisions in mirrors
For these whores I'm a bachelor
We don't want to be poor
Poor on the tables
Bugatti Chiron lineage
You talk to the top of Naples

I'm with those who kidnap and rob
You don't even understand who you are anymore
Run away if you hear the engine of the T-Max
You don't know who you're going to eat tomorrow
Take the paccheri and the women, Ciro di Marzio
We pack in the armrests of the sofa
I am a closed road in a rainy day
I come where the tears have become drops of benzodiazepine
Pain is sweet
Do I think I'm right? I'm just a big kid
She could have had the pieces in her Nikes
But I'm an intellectual like Killer Mike
For major managers, get informed, I have
More money than the dummies you signed
Is a fully accessorized BMW better?
Or a Bugatti with flat tires?