| I sold the hopes from the Compro Oro
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| We smoked a month of work
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| For the future I would give the last Marlboro
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| I dreamed of America but in the meantime, bro
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| We are all born here
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| Singing without grammar
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| And the scene is dramatic
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| Slaves in Lottomatica, semi-automatic gunfire hits the heart
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| You wanted a Moncler but you are out of cash
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| Wait until it falls from a truck
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| We have 3 sims, simsalabim
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| The tattoos also on the skull
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| We were born here that's how it goes
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| There is no Italian dream here
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| We are crazy here
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| Like if we fight, like not at all, like we cut ourselves
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| Italian Bastard when you are not in the caste
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| Nothing in my pocket I'm about to go home:
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| "Mom, come on, throw the pasta"
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| This place suffocates us MMA you have dishonesty in your DNA
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| You know the state is worse than M-A-F-I-A
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| The drug packs, the fashion stages
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| The hawks arrest them and spin
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| They all try to buttfuck you starting from passing you forward in the queue
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| Private numbers folded in prayer
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| The most depraved, brother, who get by
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| If necessary, they eat you
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| All excited listen to me on the mastered CDs
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| They lend the money and you know it
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| Then they beat you up because you don't have them
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| Smoke the base, go downstairs and sell the houses
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| I also know who would sell their mother
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| Fuck you and your VAT number
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| Out of tune, let's play a game of FIFA
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| Money in the thousand hands of Shiva
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| Dreams from drug dealers match in Bolivia
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| You were hoping for something big
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| But the graduates are in the supermarket
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| Push people to suicide in their underwear
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| Ask you two questions
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| Another government but nada changes
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| 25k the white lady
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| Here under the bank no one lives
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| We are all born here
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| Singing without grammar
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| And the scene is dramatic
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| Slaves in Lottomatica, semi-automatic gunfire hits the heart
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| (Hello?) I speak from the stolen iPhone
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| Cydia cracked them my brother-in-law
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| Here you can have everything more free than ever
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| I saw it on TV I have the cloned Sky card
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| Bro, my job is to hope that I win
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| They copy the Gringotts
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| They go down to Bingo
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| A parade of stamped Scooters blows in the middle of the street
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| When you talk to them they all tell you that they disgust black
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| Then after they just want
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| Women in black, illegal work
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| The rents in the black, the money in the black
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| So do you really hate it?
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| It just seems to me that he breaks his back and you don't even think about it?
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| That you have reduced a country to the size of an idiot?
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| They run and break through the roadblock
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| In shooting but with the Stone Island tarot
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| And often if you wear the Hogan
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| I don't mean, but maybe you are a drug dealer?
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| Uncle, sofa and Maria "There is mail for you"
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| And you see that everything works out
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| Here they love him madly, I know why
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| He likes that he opens the envelope
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| The price of the supply?
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| The real Italian, uncle, doesn't care
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| Ask how much he paid for it, discounted price
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| Three minutes of fear
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| Faith that trembles, anathema church
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| I hope God really cares
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| In fact, everyone here already has a cousin
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| Who has another cousin who fixes the problem
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| You wink and we understand each other
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| Give him the blood that infects the seizure
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| In the meantime, let's lay the parquet on top of the cash
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| Which have disappeared from the clean money
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| Yes, that I vote to send you away, home
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| Just don't be my home
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| Brothers, I'm sorry you burn in peace
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| My liturgy is over, amen
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| We are all born here
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| Singing without grammar
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| And the scene is dramatic
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| Slaves in Lottomatica, semi-automatic gunfire hits the heart |