Lyrics of Charlie Sheen - Noyz Narcos

Charlie Sheen - Noyz Narcos
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charlie Sheen, artist - Noyz Narcos. Album song Monster Reloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quadraro Basement
Song language: Italian

Charlie Sheen

(original)
Da quanto ho visto qua il rispetto non si compra con i like
C’ho un paio di nemici pe' ogni paio di Nike
La vita uccide i migliori, che non lo sai?
Solo i poveri stronzi non crepano mai (che non lo sai?)
Trasmetto in onda dal mio set, Pork-Chop Expresssopra il mic
La tua merda scrausa fa 21 like
Il tuo culo salta in aria come in half-pipe
Non c’hai personalità, sei solamente un altro bite
In questa merda sono Charlie Sheen
Daytona 500
Quando strilli le canzoni al mio concerto
Non vuoi esse'
l’uomo al centro del mirino
Manco andare a letto con il ferro sotto al cuscino
Roma è la mia casa e il suono di battaglia
Torna' a vive a casa è un must e con i soldi in tasca
li angeli di Vallanzasca
Il male l’ho seguito presto e abbastanza, ce n’ho abbastanza
Gocce di cianuro nella mia bevanda
24/7 con il culo sul sedile
Con la testa sulle rime
Come il mio DJ sopra il vinile
Schizzano le mani sangue sulla folla
Il posto barcolla
'St impianto crolla
Lei ride e rolla
'Sti giorni ho la
Calma di un artificiere
Se 'sta bomba esplode rade al suolo tutto il mio quartiere
Sulle ghiere i mozzi delle ruote
In rotazione fissa
Sine music
Venditori oggi rimanete chiusi
Io c’ho rispetto verso chi mostra rispetto a me
Casco con le spade in croce come i Raiders di L. A
Questi non lo sanno tu chi cazzo sei, meglio che ti presenti
La mia
fanbase
t’aspetta coltello fra i denti
True Blood non mi servi tu block mi serve un milli al giorno
Hellbilly
, aspettami all’inferno che ritorno
Ho cure medievali pe' il tuo culo rotto
Marco male da un botto
Hablo truce me ne fotto di voi altri
Tu non mi puoi manco puli' le sneakers
Pe' quanto fai ride' sopra ar beat
Ti faccio il punto di cos'è un MC
Quando impugna il mic senti un boato
Tu al mic sembri un croato
Non si capisce un cazzo nell’agglomerato
Ho seminato pacchi bomba sotterrati pe' il paese
Anno dopo anno, mese dopo mese
Se contiamo le mazzate prese nella vita
A te dovrebbero impalarti all’obelisco in cima alla salita
24/7 con il culo sul sedile
Con la testa sulle rime
Come il mio DJ sopra il vinile
Schizzano le mani sangue sulla folla
Il posto barcolla
'St impianto crolla
Lei ride e rolla
'Sti giorni ho la
Calma di un artificiere
Se 'sta bomba esplode rade al suolo tutto il mio quartiere
Sulle ghiere i mozzi delle ruote
In rotazione fissa Sine music
Venditori oggi rimanete chiusi
(translation)
From what I have seen here, respect cannot be bought with likes
I have a couple of enemies for every pair of Nikes
Life kills the best, you don't know?
Only poor assholes never die (you don't know?)
I broadcast from my set, Pork-Chop Express over the mic
Your scrause shit makes 21 likes
Your butt blows up like in a half-pipe
You have no personality, you are just another bite
In this shit I'm Charlie Sheen
Daytona 500
When you scream the songs at my concert
You don't want them
the man in the center of the viewfinder
I miss going to bed with the iron under my pillow
Rome is my home and the sound of battle
Back 'to live at home is a must and with money in your pocket
the angels of Vallanzasca
The evil I followed soon and enough, I have enough
Cyanide drops in my drink
24/7 with your ass on the seat
With your head on the rhymes
Like my DJ on vinyl
Blood splattered on the crowd
The place staggers
'St plant collapses
She laughs and rolls
'Sti days I have the
Calm of a bomb squad
If this bomb explodes it destroys my whole neighborhood
Wheel hubs on the ring nuts
In fixed rotation
Sine music
Sellers remain closed today
I have respect for those who show respect for me
Helmet with swords on the cross like the Raiders of L. A
They don't know who the fuck you are, you better introduce yourself
Mine
fanbase
a knife awaits you between your teeth
True Blood I don't need you block I need a milli a day
Hellbilly
, wait for me to return to hell
I got medieval care for your broken ass
Marco badly from a bang
Hablo grim I don't give a damn about you others
You can't even clean my sneakers
Pe 'how much do you ride' above ar beat
I'll take stock of what an MC is
When you hold the mic you hear a roar
You at the mic look like a Croatian
You don't understand shit in the agglomeration
I planted bomb packages buried in the country
Year after year, month after month
If we count the blows taken in life
You should impale yourself at the obelisk at the top of the hill
24/7 with your ass on the seat
With your head on the rhymes
Like my DJ on vinyl
Blood splattered on the crowd
The place staggers
'St plant collapses
She laughs and rolls
'Sti days I have the
Calm of a bomb squad
If this bomb explodes it destroys my whole neighborhood
Wheel hubs on the ring nuts
In fixed rotation Sine music
Sellers remain closed today
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