LRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Stefano Tartaglini
[00:00.637] 作词 : Nicola Albera/Ocean Alexander Wisdom/Andre Gray
[00:01.912] Problem
[00:03.661] Tell 'em
[00:07.007] Machete gang
[00:09.554] Ask no question
[00:12.014] Suicidal to the death
[00:14.206] No **** around with bombs of shots up??in??your chest
[00:17.436] We don't??walk 'round with no vest
[00:20.608] No ****??around with bombs of shots up in your chest
[00:23.423] Non frega??un??cazzo??a me se??questa merda non??va in radio
[00:27.289] Se non va in Top 10, scemo, parlo un altro slang
[00:29.817] Giriamo incappucciati come gli Anunnaki
[00:32.676] Gli appuntati urlano: "Fermi" con i ferri già puntati e bang
[00:35.247] Credevo alla giustizia, ho visto un socio mio pestato
[00:38.749] Lì ho pensato: "Sono un bastardo senza Dio né Stato"
[00:41.934] Nelle piazze, nelle case, come al bar nei weekend
[00:44.629] Se ti beccano farai au revoir al tuo Audemars Piguet
[00:47.290] Ok, wait, wait, brotha
[00:49.146] Com'è che se va magra vai di spada tipo JJ Abrams?
[00:51.256] Terrore ad ogni play se c'è il mio tape in sala
[00:53.970] Voglio l'hall of fame, ascolto Tame Impala
[00:56.842] Se vuoi faccio il translate, fake, impara
[00:59.076] Più infami e lolite che squali a Recife
[01:02.386] Più leche de tigre nel mio ceviche, fai il capo quando sei il vice
[01:05.610] Non vali neanche due lire, la fine del mio regime
[01:08.141] Da fasci contro compagni a gattini contro sardine, eh-eh
[01:11.794] Quando il dubbio mi possiede, il trucco si intravede
[01:14.930] Ma finché puzzo di potere, ho il lusso di godere
[01:17.725] Dammi il mic, homicide, così vedi che combino
[01:20.591] Dove stai, fuori o dentro
[01:22.491] Sei peggio di un secondino
[01:23.826] Murda, murda, murda (Murda)
[01:26.649] Say we not afraid of people **** what you heard of
[01:28.952] We bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Murda)
[01:31.817] So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah)
[01:35.013] Yuh, di-di-di-di-di-did it off mystic
[01:38.364] MAC one shot, might let it off
[01:39.552] Script this, all this scribble, they ain't never lost
[01:41.335] Ain't no games, my grind they never soft
[01:42.452] Big man like me ain't never gonna let 'em off
[01:43.872] Realest ***** that ever, ever was, ever, ever was
[01:46.405] Shut it, set it off, litty buzzin' off *******
[01:47.913] And I made the record, the brethren can never phantom of the level
[01:49.564] That my brothers couldn't leave it to ahead of us
[01:50.759] Eminem and any American that is leveling, I'm pretty but had to put an end of it
[01:52.931] I've never been a brother they could sit on, and sitting was like a sussing
[01:54.814] And I've been to the point that they tapping on a McGregor tee
[01:56.499] You know my style, and you gotta hold my style
[01:58.801] They ain't bled enough for it, anything
[02:00.195] Wait, wait, brotha (Hold up)
[02:01.567] I just looked across my bench-press and saw eight plates, brotha (Eight plates)
[02:04.067] You ain't liftin' more than eighty off the eight states cut-up (Remember that?)
[02:07.692] I was rippin' eighty ten times in the eighth grade, wallah
[02:09.922] Played Beyblade, but
[02:11.440] You made no bad boy, really
[02:12.638] After this one drops, I'm confident whether Milan gon' feel me
[02:15.570] After this one drops, I'm givin' you suttin' a tad more drilly
[02:18.412] After that one's dropped, I'm giving up, my dad gon' kill me
[02:21.619] Like "Wizzy, you mad boy, silly"
[02:23.356] Nah, Dad, I'ma bust quick, maybe in profit
[02:25.551] You finna lock in or lock off, amigo
[02:26.649] If I'm chillin' with Bob in Milan with the squad, and you really gon' bop to Nitro
[02:29.351] If you're chillin' with her and he a double agent, you think he's a boss or a pedo
[02:32.366] I can't believe they're mad, got dem men all walking around with a Robert De Niro
[02:35.269] Them man are weirdos, I forget
[02:39.093] Murda, murda, murda (Murda)
[02:41.635] Seh we nuh afraid of people **** what you heard of
[02:43.826] Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Murda)
[02:47.303] So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah, brah, brah)
[02:50.322] Murda, murda, murda (Eh)
[02:53.449] Seh we nuh afraid of people **** what you heard of (Brah)
[02:56.061] Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Eh)
[02:59.363] Me buddie are the ruffest that you ever heard of (Brah)
[03:14.196] E se non so chi sei
[03:15.745] Bussi nella notte e puoi
[03:19.943] E quando ti incontro sai
[03:22.860] Cristo, vedo solo guai
[03:25.829] Ahi, ahi
[00:00.637] 作词 : Nicola Albera/Ocean Alexander Wisdom/Andre Gray
[00:01.912] Problem
[00:03.661] Tell 'em
[00:07.007] Machete gang
[00:09.554] Ask no question
[00:12.014] Suicidal to the death
[00:14.206] No **** around with bombs of shots up??in??your chest
[00:17.436] We don't??walk 'round with no vest
[00:20.608] No ****??around with bombs of shots up in your chest
[00:23.423] Non frega??un??cazzo??a me se??questa merda non??va in radio
[00:27.289] Se non va in Top 10, scemo, parlo un altro slang
[00:29.817] Giriamo incappucciati come gli Anunnaki
[00:32.676] Gli appuntati urlano: "Fermi" con i ferri già puntati e bang
[00:35.247] Credevo alla giustizia, ho visto un socio mio pestato
[00:38.749] Lì ho pensato: "Sono un bastardo senza Dio né Stato"
[00:41.934] Nelle piazze, nelle case, come al bar nei weekend
[00:44.629] Se ti beccano farai au revoir al tuo Audemars Piguet
[00:47.290] Ok, wait, wait, brotha
[00:49.146] Com'è che se va magra vai di spada tipo JJ Abrams?
[00:51.256] Terrore ad ogni play se c'è il mio tape in sala
[00:53.970] Voglio l'hall of fame, ascolto Tame Impala
[00:56.842] Se vuoi faccio il translate, fake, impara
[00:59.076] Più infami e lolite che squali a Recife
[01:02.386] Più leche de tigre nel mio ceviche, fai il capo quando sei il vice
[01:05.610] Non vali neanche due lire, la fine del mio regime
[01:08.141] Da fasci contro compagni a gattini contro sardine, eh-eh
[01:11.794] Quando il dubbio mi possiede, il trucco si intravede
[01:14.930] Ma finché puzzo di potere, ho il lusso di godere
[01:17.725] Dammi il mic, homicide, così vedi che combino
[01:20.591] Dove stai, fuori o dentro
[01:22.491] Sei peggio di un secondino
[01:23.826] Murda, murda, murda (Murda)
[01:26.649] Say we not afraid of people **** what you heard of
[01:28.952] We bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Murda)
[01:31.817] So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah)
[01:35.013] Yuh, di-di-di-di-di-did it off mystic
[01:38.364] MAC one shot, might let it off
[01:39.552] Script this, all this scribble, they ain't never lost
[01:41.335] Ain't no games, my grind they never soft
[01:42.452] Big man like me ain't never gonna let 'em off
[01:43.872] Realest ***** that ever, ever was, ever, ever was
[01:46.405] Shut it, set it off, litty buzzin' off *******
[01:47.913] And I made the record, the brethren can never phantom of the level
[01:49.564] That my brothers couldn't leave it to ahead of us
[01:50.759] Eminem and any American that is leveling, I'm pretty but had to put an end of it
[01:52.931] I've never been a brother they could sit on, and sitting was like a sussing
[01:54.814] And I've been to the point that they tapping on a McGregor tee
[01:56.499] You know my style, and you gotta hold my style
[01:58.801] They ain't bled enough for it, anything
[02:00.195] Wait, wait, brotha (Hold up)
[02:01.567] I just looked across my bench-press and saw eight plates, brotha (Eight plates)
[02:04.067] You ain't liftin' more than eighty off the eight states cut-up (Remember that?)
[02:07.692] I was rippin' eighty ten times in the eighth grade, wallah
[02:09.922] Played Beyblade, but
[02:11.440] You made no bad boy, really
[02:12.638] After this one drops, I'm confident whether Milan gon' feel me
[02:15.570] After this one drops, I'm givin' you suttin' a tad more drilly
[02:18.412] After that one's dropped, I'm giving up, my dad gon' kill me
[02:21.619] Like "Wizzy, you mad boy, silly"
[02:23.356] Nah, Dad, I'ma bust quick, maybe in profit
[02:25.551] You finna lock in or lock off, amigo
[02:26.649] If I'm chillin' with Bob in Milan with the squad, and you really gon' bop to Nitro
[02:29.351] If you're chillin' with her and he a double agent, you think he's a boss or a pedo
[02:32.366] I can't believe they're mad, got dem men all walking around with a Robert De Niro
[02:35.269] Them man are weirdos, I forget
[02:39.093] Murda, murda, murda (Murda)
[02:41.635] Seh we nuh afraid of people **** what you heard of
[02:43.826] Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Murda)
[02:47.303] So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah, brah, brah)
[02:50.322] Murda, murda, murda (Eh)
[02:53.449] Seh we nuh afraid of people **** what you heard of (Brah)
[02:56.061] Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Eh)
[02:59.363] Me buddie are the ruffest that you ever heard of (Brah)
[03:14.196] E se non so chi sei
[03:15.745] Bussi nella notte e puoi
[03:19.943] E quando ti incontro sai
[03:22.860] Cristo, vedo solo guai
[03:25.829] Ahi, ahi
文本歌词
作曲 : Stefano Tartaglini
作词 : Nicola Albera/Ocean Alexander Wisdom/Andre Gray
Problem
Tell 'em
Machete gang
Ask no question
Suicidal to the death
No **** around with bombs of shots up??in??your chest
We don't??walk 'round with no vest
No ****??around with bombs of shots up in your chest
Non frega??un??cazzo??a me se??questa merda non??va in radio
Se non va in Top 10, scemo, parlo un altro slang
Giriamo incappucciati come gli Anunnaki
Gli appuntati urlano: "Fermi" con i ferri già puntati e bang
Credevo alla giustizia, ho visto un socio mio pestato
Lì ho pensato: "Sono un bastardo senza Dio né Stato"
Nelle piazze, nelle case, come al bar nei weekend
Se ti beccano farai au revoir al tuo Audemars Piguet
Ok, wait, wait, brotha
Com'è che se va magra vai di spada tipo JJ Abrams?
Terrore ad ogni play se c'è il mio tape in sala
Voglio l'hall of fame, ascolto Tame Impala
Se vuoi faccio il translate, fake, impara
Più infami e lolite che squali a Recife
Più leche de tigre nel mio ceviche, fai il capo quando sei il vice
Non vali neanche due lire, la fine del mio regime
Da fasci contro compagni a gattini contro sardine, eh-eh
Quando il dubbio mi possiede, il trucco si intravede
Ma finché puzzo di potere, ho il lusso di godere
Dammi il mic, homicide, così vedi che combino
Dove stai, fuori o dentro
Sei peggio di un secondino
Murda, murda, murda (Murda)
Say we not afraid of people **** what you heard of
We bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Murda)
So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah)
Yuh, di-di-di-di-di-did it off mystic
MAC one shot, might let it off
Script this, all this scribble, they ain't never lost
Ain't no games, my grind they never soft
Big man like me ain't never gonna let 'em off
Realest ***** that ever, ever was, ever, ever was
Shut it, set it off, litty buzzin' off *******
And I made the record, the brethren can never phantom of the level
That my brothers couldn't leave it to ahead of us
Eminem and any American that is leveling, I'm pretty but had to put an end of it
I've never been a brother they could sit on, and sitting was like a sussing
And I've been to the point that they tapping on a McGregor tee
You know my style, and you gotta hold my style
They ain't bled enough for it, anything
Wait, wait, brotha (Hold up)
I just looked across my bench-press and saw eight plates, brotha (Eight plates)
You ain't liftin' more than eighty off the eight states cut-up (Remember that?)
I was rippin' eighty ten times in the eighth grade, wallah
Played Beyblade, but
You made no bad boy, really
After this one drops, I'm confident whether Milan gon' feel me
After this one drops, I'm givin' you suttin' a tad more drilly
After that one's dropped, I'm giving up, my dad gon' kill me
Like "Wizzy, you mad boy, silly"
Nah, Dad, I'ma bust quick, maybe in profit
You finna lock in or lock off, amigo
If I'm chillin' with Bob in Milan with the squad, and you really gon' bop to Nitro
If you're chillin' with her and he a double agent, you think he's a boss or a pedo
I can't believe they're mad, got dem men all walking around with a Robert De Niro
Them man are weirdos, I forget
Murda, murda, murda (Murda)
Seh we nuh afraid of people **** what you heard of
Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Murda)
So, please, don't test me faith and stir up me hunger (Brah, brah, brah)
Murda, murda, murda (Eh)
Seh we nuh afraid of people **** what you heard of (Brah)
Me bust open the gates I enter where we murda (Eh)
Me buddie are the ruffest that you ever heard of (Brah)
E se non so chi sei
Bussi nella notte e puoi
E quando ti incontro sai
Cristo, vedo solo guai
Ahi, ahi