Below is the lyrics of the song Vato Loco , artist - Noyz Narcos with translation
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Noyz Narcos
Aye, check it
Seh, seh
Me porto Roma a Milano su 'na spalla, a verme
Le mie rime, le mie N sulle transenne
Premier, questa gente vuole un pezzo tuo
Suona la campana, scendo in campo in maglia nero fluo
Esco dal locale col piumino tuo, the million man rush
Rimbomba nel mio teschio: «Sganciate er cash»
Fluido in pezzi verdi giusto paro sull’unghia
La regola che conta in questa giungla
Che mi punga questo gelo o meno, resto caldo
A parte questo cielo non ci starà nient’altro
I soldi dei contratti, quelli che faccio li ho alzati con altri
Non addormentarti, grinda sempre fino a sera tardi
Mic check, sono il taglio sulla mano scritta Roma, segna i nomi
Voi siete i rapper dei miei coglioni
Tuo zio parla bene, Dio mi tiene in ballo come la gadro
Cambia il tuo bambino in un bastardo ladro
Fuori dai cancelli, liberato
È uscito il 9 maggio e fa festa
Fuochi d’artificio, viva merda gangsta
La mia testa tende verso il fuoco
Vero verso il gioco
'Sta merda corre per il sangue, vato loco
Lungo il mio percorso lascio oro colato, tag nero
Lettere sui muri sono alfabeto, vangelo
Quando tutto è nato e crescevo, io c’ero
E me te lego ar cazzo
E sei già morto senza che t’ammazzo
Via con me, Paolo Conte
Centro in piena fronte sulla faccia tua
Shot, pallottole, vodka, Kahlúa, 'cci tua
Coi soldi che hai fatto mandi mai 'n cazzo
E che gente, ricco e ce fai pure 'r pezzente
Brindo coi ragazzi bravi ai sordi che faremo e ve ringrazio tanto
Pago al ristorante, me sto ristorando
Metti un’altra boccia di 'sta perla sopra il mio conto
Qualsiasi altra merda è piscio a confronto
It’s fucking good sir
It’s fucking crystal
Everything else is piss
Bellboy, Bellboy, Bellboy!
Shut up.
Shut up!
Shh!
Shut up!
You’re makin' my friend Ted nervous
Chill out, chill out, chill out
Aye, check it
Seh, seh
I take Rome to Milan on my shoulder, like a worm
My rhymes, my N's on the barriers
Premier, these people want your piece
The bell rings, I take the field in a fluorescent black jersey
I leave the club with your duvet, the million man rush
Booms in my skull: "Unhooked for cash"
Fluid in green pieces just paro on the nail
The rule that matters in this jungle
Whether this cold stings me or not, I stay warm
Apart from this sky there will be nothing else
The money from the contracts, the ones I make, I raised them with others
Don't fall asleep, always grate until late at night
Mic check, are the cut on the hand written Rome, mark the names
You are the rappers of my balls
Your uncle speaks well, God keeps me in the dance like the gadro
Change your baby into a thief bastard
Outside the gates, set free
It came out on May 9th and celebrates
Fireworks, long live gangsta shit
My head tends towards the fire
True to the game
'This shit runs for the blood, vato loco
Along my path I leave cast gold, black tag
Letters on the walls are alphabet, gospel
When everything was born and I was growing up, I was there
And me you lego ar fucking
And you are already dead without me killing you
Go away with me, Paolo Conte
Center full forehead on your face
Shot, bullets, vodka, Kahlúa, 'cci your
With the money you made, you never fucking send
And what people, rich and you do well 'r beggar
I toast with the good guys to the deaf that we will do and thank you so much
I pay at the restaurant, I'm refreshing myself
Put another bowl of this pearl on my bill
Any other shit is piss in comparison
It's fucking good sir
It's fucking crystal
Everything else is piss
Bellboy, Bellboy, Bellboy!
Shut up.
Shut up!
Shh!
Shut up!
You're makin 'my friend Ted nervous
Chill out, chill out, chill out
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