XSEMPRE - DrefGold
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XSEMPRE - DrefGold

Год
2021
Язык
`Italian`
Длительность
128370

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Lyrics " XSEMPRE "

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XSEMPRE

DrefGold

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Un uomo che muore per strada non vive per sempre

Il mio amico fatto in casa che sbircia le tende

Tapparelle, abbassate, KNGL forever

Frate', non c'è error

In un tiro senza toccar ferro

In casa ho ancora il chilo come da pischello

Non c'è taglia sulla mia testa

Loro vorrebbero vedermi solo e senza fresca

Okay, ma non si può, stavo a Bolo in mezzo ai punkabbestia

Okay, oggi no, ma i miei G sono sempre gli stessi

Il tuo è un cap a lot, finge spesso

Ozzy, ozzy, io non sono messo

Come voi siete messi, okay

All’una Elo ha sempre il cap pieno

La luna nera e la sua non la vedo, no

Chiama meno all’ora di cena

Mio padre ha sempre detto: «Lascia che parli da sola»

Non fare quella scena

Andare a quella porta, non mi rappresenta

Se fuori c'è uno sbirro, spero che abbia fretta

In tasca ho una oncia, lui capisce una roccia

Ma certa merda si lavora e non si tocca, ehi

Sono in strada già da ragazzino

Parlo a denti d’oro come lo Zecchino

La mia voce suona dal Dall’Ara a San Siro

Fai a gara, son primo, qua fa freddo, sub-zero (Sub-zero)

Un libro e mezzo nel mio testamento

Certe fottute cose le terrò per sempre dentro

Dentro, periferia e centro

Conosco tutti i cristiani, dai rave alle dancehall

Quanti sbatti per mezzo K, ratti sull’Alfa

Soldi per un day-day, just switcho la Mustang

Ora firmo un assegno, prima timbri sull’hashish

Metti tiri, faccio assist, alla posta coi pacchi

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A man who dies on the street does not live forever

My homemade friend peeking at the curtains

Shutters, lowered, KNGL forever

Brother, there is no error

In a shot without touching iron

At home I still have the pound as a kid

There is no bounty on my head

They would like to see me alone and without fresh

Okay, but you can't, I was in Bolo in the midst of the punkabbestia

Okay, not today, but my G's are still the same

Yours is a cap a lot, he often pretends

Ozzy, ozzy, I'm not put up

How are you, okay

At one o'clock Elo always has a full cap

I don't see the black moon and hers, no

Call less at dinner time

My father always said: "Let me speak for myself"

Don't do that scene

Going to that door doesn't represent me

If there's a cop outside, I hope he's in a hurry

I have an ounce in my pocket, he understands a rock

But some shit is worked and not touched, hey

I have already been on the street as a kid

I speak with gold teeth like Zecchino

My voice sounds from Dall’Ara to San Siro

Race, I'm first, it's cold here, sub-zero (Sub-zero)

A book and a half in my will

I'll keep some fucking things inside forever

Inside, periphery and center

I know all Christians, from raves to dancehalls

How many slams through K, rats on the Alfa

Money for a day-day, just switcho the Mustang

Now I sign a check, first stamp on the hashish

You put shots, I assist, at the post office with parcels

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