Translation of the song lyrics Death Race - Rasty Kilo, Noyz Narcos

Death Race (original)

Il mio team come hooligan in città
Inciviltà, cinque stelle, GTA
La folla incita, per i quartieri la rivincita
Mi fermerò quando mia madre avrà un cincillà
Questa è la fine, senti The Doors
Saliamo dal sottosuolo, siamo Tremors
Spingi in bombe, Bombay
Trema tutto Pompei, ok, Propaganda ok
Castellano, montone poggiato
Capo di stile, stellato, quale soldato, capo regime
Sulla strada Ken Block, total nero black block
Illegale tipo techno, questo è il tempo, è il mio momento
Barre, bastonate come kendo
Pietre incastonate sugli anelli
Fate i ribelli, in mezzo ai lupi siete agnelli
Atti osceni, nei cieli lampi
In ampi saloni borghesi consumiamo pranzi
Molari dorati masticano scampi, sparsi
Collari borchiati, bullmastiff, caliamo massi
Mezzo frocio passivo, in castigo, mi date fastidio
Il clan sfila impazzito
Esco dal video, t’uccido, ogni barra omicidio
Sul micro c'è Kilo, miro, cecchino
Vi seppellisco, chiamate il becchino
Best out, state a terra, SmackDown
Ficcati in culo il tuo background
Ogni giro come l’ultimo, Death Race
Rasty, Narcos, rec, quale Ghostface
Face to face, playground, isolator knockout
Ram piena, sold out, pack lock out
Questa qui è la fine, scendi in strada, va
Scegli chi pregare, Dio o Satana
Ultima corsa, viaggio solo andata
Scendi dalla giostra, ultima fermata
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Fine della corsa, ultima fermata
Nero all’orizzonte, dietro il parabrezza
Contando le gocce dell’amarezza
Giù dal cielo le fialette per sonno
Tutto nero lo sfondo
La penna sul foglio, l’onda contro lo scoglio
Il giorno che muoio, che crollo
Stamo sempre in ballo, conio
La mia vita una merda di sogno
Ora che te svegli, oro sugli anelli
In coro coi fratelli in armi
Vuoi imitarmi, eguagliarmi o superarmi
Truce super army, non puoi superarli
Torno dalla merda per venderti questa merda
Cara come super erba
Rombo sopra un RC212 Honda alla prima volante di ronda
Le auto una dietro l’altra incollate al terreno
A duecento sul litorale sereno
La mia vita un affare, brutto affare davvero, il domani vedremo
Ho postato le mie fondamenta profonde
Dove la verità si nasconde
Diggin' dentro il peggio teschio, come ha detto Biggie
Soldi over bitches, over ricchi
Questa qui è la fine, scendi in strada, va
Scegli chi pregare, Dio o Satana
Ultima corsa, viaggio solo andata
Scendi dalla giostra, ultima fermata
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Fine della corsa, ultima fermata

Death Race (translation)

My team as a hooligan in town
Incivility, five stars, GTA
The crowd incites revenge for the neighborhoods
I will stop when my mother has a chinchilla
This is the end, hear The Doors
We rise from the underground, we are Tremors
Push in bombs, Bombay
Everything is shaking Pompeii, ok, Propaganda ok
Castellano, resting ram
Head of style, starry, as a soldier, leader of the regime
On the street Ken Block, total black black block
Illegal techno type, this is the time, this is my time
Bars, beaten like kendo
Stones set on the rings
Be rebels, among the wolves you are lambs
Obscene acts, lightning in the skies
We eat lunches in large bourgeois halls
Golden molars chew scampi, scattered
Studded collars, bullmastiffs, we drop rocks
Half passive fagot, in punishment, you annoy me
The clan parades crazy
I leave the video, I kill you, every murder bar
On the micro there is Kilo, miro, sniper
I'll bury you, call the undertaker
Best out, stay down, SmackDown
Get your background in your ass
Every lap like the last, Death Race
Rasty, Narcos, rec, such as Ghostface
Face to face, playground, isolator knockout
Ram full, sold out, pack lock out
This here is the end, get out on the street, go
Choose who to pray to, God or Satan
Last ride, one way trip
Get off the carousel, last stop
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
End of the line, last stop
Black on the horizon, behind the windshield
Counting the drops of bitterness
Down from the sky the vials for sleep
All black background
The pen on the paper, the wave against the rock
The day I die, the day I collapse
We are always in the dance, coin
My life a dream shit
Now that you wake up, gold on the rings
In chorus with the brothers in arms
You want to imitate me, equal me or surpass me
Grim super army, you can't get over them
I'm back from the shit to sell you this shit
Dear as super weed
Rumble above a Honda RC212 at the first patrol wheel
The cars one behind the other glued to the ground
Two hundred on the serene coast
My life a business, really bad business, tomorrow we will see
I posted my deep foundation
Where the truth hides
Diggin 'inside the worst skull, like Biggie said
Money over bitches, over rich
This here is the end, get out on the street, go
Choose who to pray to, God or Satan
Last ride, one way trip
Get off the carousel, last stop
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
Death Race, Death Race, Death Race
End of the line, last stop