Lyrics of Infame - Noyz Narcos, Chicoria

Infame - Noyz Narcos, Chicoria
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Infame, artist - Noyz Narcos. Album song Verano Zombie, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Universal Music Italia
Song language: Italian

Infame

(original)
Prima che me stampo pe' tera, stasera
Scappo dar campo co' tutta a busta pe' intera
Scavarco 'a ringhiera
Parte 'a staffetta prima che 'a portiera de 'a gazzella sia aperta
Come batte il cuore
Quanno uno sbirro te rincore
So' stato proprio fortunato
L’ho trovato un posto appizzato
Proprio prima che finisse il fiato
E io non ho mai cantato
E non canto, sei tu che te la canti
Co' quei stronzi degli agenti
Carogna
'A retata a Vicolo der Bologna
De tempo ne è passato
Ma io non so' mai cambiato
Cazzo farei
Pe' 'n paro d’euro
Zero problemi
A mali estremi
Estremi rimedi
Ma che non ce credi
Pe' anni ho mosso er moffo a buffo
E sto ancora 'n piedi
Io non mi fido della gente perché a Roma serve
Non dico niente, odio le guardie, sono tutte merde
C'è quando puoi e devi
Farti i cazzi tuoi, vedi
Dal mio homeboy il nome mio non lo rimedi
In piedi in tre metri per due e la bocca cucita
Per trenta ore dentro
Odio quell’infame a vita
La mia sfida è giornaliera
Voglio la tua vita in miseria
E nessuna galera
La giuria ha già letto il mio verdetto, è negativo
Firmo e sopravvivo fino al prossimo giorno cattivo
C’ho le Nike senza lacci
Sequestrate, stacci
Non sai quanti ci si so' impiccati
Cancello i dati miei dai terminali
Odia il cervello, guardie e cani e spese processuali
Vorrei morti le spie, i magistrati e i pm per gli sbirri e gli infami e le
antenne
TruceKlan rap
Parla 'o slang d’i sordi facili e i spaccini
So' cazzi acidi se 'n sai movete su’i scalini
Dar tajerino ar farfalla
A 'n corpo a palla blindata
'A carta intestata
Carabinieri, regione Lazio
Un’altra indagine del cazzo
Diretta dalle celle di via in Selci
E cerchi da Centocelle a Bravetta
'N do' ce becchi
La mia crew è pe' strada, secchi i miei occhi fatti
Vedono sirene, si muovono a scatti, sto a vedere
Muovere valigie, colpi di polvere grigie, i miei cani
Drizzano le orecchie quando fiutano gli infami
Se domani uno di noi non starà più qui fuori
Ogni sbirro qui di fuori «mi auguro che muori»
Non voltarti e cori
Niente spiegazioni
Niente sul verbale
Niente funerale né fiori
(translation)
Before I print for this, tonight
I run away from the field with the whole pe envelope
Scavarco 'a railing
He starts in relay before the gazelle door is open
How the heart beats
Quanno a cop grateful
I was really lucky
I found it a spot on
Just before he ran out of breath
And I've never sung
And I don't sing, it's you who sing it to you
Co 'those fucking agents
Carrion
'A roundup in Vicolo der Bologna
Time has passed
But I have never changed
Fuck I would
Pe '' n equal to the euro
Zero problems
To extreme evils
Extreme remedies
But you don't believe it
For years I have moved er moffo a funny
And I'm still standing
I don't trust people because they need them in Rome
I don't say anything, I hate the guards, they are all shits
There is when you can and must
Do your dicks, you see
From my homeboy my name will not be remedied
Standing three by two meters and his mouth sewn
For thirty hours inside
I hate that infamous for life
My challenge is daily
I want your life in misery
And no jail
The jury has already read my verdict, it's negative
I sign and survive until the next bad day
I have the Nike without laces
Kidnapped, keep away
You don't know how many people hanged there
I delete my data from the terminals
He hates the brains, guards and dogs and court costs
I would like the spies, the magistrates and the prosecutors dead for the cops and the infamous and the
antennas
TruceKlan rap
Speak slang about easy deaf people and smackers
I know acid cocks if you know how to move up the steps
Dar tajerino ar butterfly
A 'n armored ball body
'A letterhead
Carabinieri, Lazio region
Another fucking investigation
Direct from the cells in via in Selci
And look for from Centocelle to Bravetta
'N do' ce becchi
My crew is on the street, dry my eyes high
They see sirens, they move in jerks, I'm going to see
Moving suitcases, gray dust shots, my dogs
They prick up their ears when they smell the infamous
If tomorrow one of us won't be out here anymore
Every cop out here "I hope you die"
Don't turn around and chant
No explanations
Nothing on the record
No funeral or flowers
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Artist lyrics: Noyz Narcos
Artist lyrics: Chicoria