Текст и перевод песни Peppe Soks - Scugnizz' che Cartier

Scugnizz' che Cartier

Stu telefn scott scrivene pussy e pusher
Sto chius ind o bunker coca cola e hamburger
Riest senza nient se te lev internet
Stu curtiell è a farfall teng e farfall ind a panz
E me saglie e me scenne e frat dicene e l′ansia
Gir a volto copert ma senza passamontagn
A nuje ce pass po cazz ammo pensamm o guaragn
Chill e fin fin par o fierr filat
Tu ca scriv rim ma nisciun te cac
Sto insiem e randag semp cap rasat
Sceng che cap machinun blindat
Fra ma tu e pigliat a un p nat
N'armatur ngopp a coscia tatuat
Vien subt al dunque comm inda na chiavat
Si chiu forte e pepp ma che te chiavat ncap

Ue,ue pistol fann bang
Scugnizz che cartier
Nun parlene nun sentene e nun verene pecche
Si tu scinne CU me o rion mi fa fest
Però se fatt tard nun crere chiu a sti prumess

Ncap teng e pit bull vulisse fa o vip tu
Magliett balmain fra me fann sent ricco
Chest ne na sitcom megl ca t′assitt bro
Mercedes grigio tu stai co taxi bro
Teng o fuoc squaglia e vvs
Vuo parla ma chi te crire r'ess
Sta N'amic pigl a mira e bang
SAGL ngopp pigl e sold e sceng
Uh uh siente ca che slang
Ma sta robb nun a siente da l′ati rappers
Fiamm giall ma nun e trasher
Lanciafiamm Dong fuoco a scen

Scugnizz' che Cartier

This phone keeps texting messages about pussy and drugs
I'm hiding in a bunker with coca-cola and hamburgers
You're nothing without internet
This hoodlum is a butterfly; he has butterflies in his stomach
I'm going up and down, and my brother is talking about anxiety
I'm walking around with my face covered; but without a ski mask
We're only interested in making money; we don't care about the consequences
He's always ready to fight
You write rhymes, but nobody cares
I'm with the outcasts, always with my head shaved
I see that you drive a fancy car
You must have stolen it
I have armor tattooed on my thigh
Get to the point, like in a quickie
You're strong and tough, but I'll kick your ass

Hey, hey, guns go bang
Kid with a Cartier watch
We don't talk, we don't listen, and we don't see, because
If you come down to my neighborhood, you'll have a party
But it's getting late, I don't believe your promises anymore

I have a pitbull, I want to be a VIP like you
Balmain T-shirts make me feel rich
This is like a sitcom; you better sit down, bro
My Mercedes is gray; you're taking a taxi, bro
I have the fire; it melts the diamonds
You want to talk, but who would believe you?
I have a friend who's taking aim, and bang
I go up, I take the money, and I leave
Uh, uh, listen to that slang
You won't hear this stuff from other rappers
Yellow flames, but they're not trashy
I'm like a flamethrower; I set the stage on fire