Текст и перевод песни Peppe Soks feat. Janax - Hip hop

Hip hop

Facevo ′o rap quanno 'o rap nun faceva manco na lira
Quanno chillo ca mo è ′o meglio nun faceva manco na rima
Quanno 'a gente te sfutteva se 'ncapa tenivo ′o snapback
Crisciuto dint"e jam ch"e canzone d"o Wu-Tang Clan
Senza bigliette dint"e trene, tutt"e guagliune sempe ′nzieme
Instagram nun esisteva, 'a storia ′a raccuntavo 'a sera
Riturnavo ′int"o quartiere e raccuntavo addò ero stato
E quanno nun turnavo a casa, sicuro erano mazzate (Papà)
Nun tenevo a Zanotti, se purtava a Nike Dunk
'Int"a scola ultimo banco, ′int"e cuffie ch"e Co'Sang
Sentevo 'o TruceKlan, Marracash e Dogo Gang
Sunnavo ′e fa′ nu concerto, mo già n'aggio fatte ciento
Mo vanno areto ê streaming, â posizione FIMI
′E tormentone estive, je nun tenevo niente
L'evera ′int"e calzine, canne 'ncopp"e gradine
Guagliune iperattive, so′ state ll'anne cchiù belle

No, no, no
Turnà areto nun se pò, no, no
Sempe appriesso a 'stu rap
Cu niente ′int"e sacche purtavamo annanze
Na banda ch"e cazune larghe
′A gente 'a luntano da sempe
Ce guarda, chesta è religione
E se chiammava hip hop

Hip hop, sulo canne, no pippotte
Bevevo birra one shot, annanze a chillu grow shop
Guagliune, sì, c"a breakdance sott"o parco Arbostella, yeah
Gire c"a capa ′nterra e pò dimostrà 'int"e jam, seh
Vestute tutte nire, fra′, parevemo 'e Mobb Deep
Eremo sulo creature, già ch"e cape in tilt
Chi pittava chilli trene, fujeva ′int"e yard
E curreveno assaje forte pe' nun se fa piglià d"e guardie
Nun 'o saccio che fine hanno fatto ′e cumpagne
Primma eremo ciento, mo simmo nu paro
Faccio ′o paro e 'o sparo ch"e diavule ′e notte
E sfogo cu l'alcol, sì, dint"e ricorde
Giravo ch"e cuffie, fra′, ma no 'int"e poste ′e lusso
Aggio pigliato e dato buffe pe' essere chello che songo
Mo facimmo 'e sorde e mamma sta chino d′orgoglio
Quanno accumminciaje nun tenevo niente, sultanto nu suonno

No, no, no
Turnà areto nun se pò, no, no
Sempe appriesso a ′stu rap
Cu niente 'int"e sacche purtavamo annanze
Na banda ch"e cazune larghe
′A gente 'a luntano da sempe
Ce guarda, chesta è religione
E se chiammava hip hop

Hip hop

I was rapping when rap wasn't even making a dime
When the one who's now the best wasn't even rhyming
When people used to mock me if I wore a snapback
Grew up in jams with Wu-Tang Clan songs
No tickets on trains, all the guys always together
Instagram didn't exist, I used to tell the story in the evening
I would return to the neighborhood and tell where I had been
And when I didn't come home, it was definitely beatings (Dad)
I didn't have Zanotti, we wore Nike Dunks
Last desk in school, Co'Sang in the headphones
I listened to TruceKlan, Marracash and Dogo Gang
I dreamt of doing a concert, now I've already done a hundred
Now they're after streams, the FIMI position
Summer hits, I had nothing
The truth in my socks, joints on the steps
Hyperactive girls, those were the best years

No, no, no
You can't go back, no, no
Always after this rap
With nothing in our pockets we carried on
A gang with baggy pants
People have always been far away
They look at us, this is a religion
And it was called hip hop

Hip hop, only joints, no pipes
I used to drink beer one shot, in front of that grow shop
Guys, yes, with breakdance under the Arbostella park, yeah
Turn your head on the ground and then show it in the jams, yeah
Dressed all in black, bro, we looked like Mobb Deep
We were just creatures, already with heads in tilt
Who painted those trains, ran away in the yards
And they ran very fast so as not to be caught by the guards
I don't know what happened to the companions
First we were a hundred, now we are a pair
I make the pair and the shot with the devils of the night
And I vent with alcohol, yes, in the memories
I used to walk with headphones, bro, but not in luxury places
I took and gave blows to be who I am
Now we make money and mom is full of pride
When I started I had nothing, just a dream

No, no, no
You can't go back, no, no
Always after this rap
With nothing in our pockets we carried on
A gang with baggy pants
People have always been far away
They look at us, this is a religion
And it was called hip hop