Yo, yoyoyo, yo, you namsayin?
Your mind is f#cked up bro
Just spread your wings!
Un fratello che mi chiede e poi si dimentica
É normale come andare in chiesa la domenica
Dalle mie parti il parrocchiale sai non cambia
Siamo cresciuti bene si ma non sai quanta rabbia
É un giorno come un altro il sabato qui passa facile
Tra paradiso e inferno si aspetta l’incontrollabile
Gente a caso nelle piazze sai che bello?
Tutti volano, io cammino e vado lento
Tutti parlano, vorrei dirgli che non sento
Dai usciamo prende a bene, scrivo un ritornello
Lil’ ghetto boy
From the seven street
Don’t let him die
Just spread his wings
Fanculo lе guardie noi usciamo il dito medio
Berе vetro in centro é il nostro unico rimedio
Oppure ganja, fumo, va bene uguale
Un disco rotto che suona da settimane
Senza casco non garante del vigilante
Siamo in riserva carburante, non delle piante
Tossici come l’amore ai giovani
Giorni migliori senza spiegazioni
Basta una cassa sotto i portici tu allora portaci
Lontano dalle tue radici
Ogni giorno é fatto per volare non importa cosa dici
In pochi mi seguono? bene avrò tanti nemici
Qui in italia la cosa non funzionerà
Si vuole bene a chi i sogni li sperpera
Soldi negli omicidi, nelle droghe, nelle mafie
Soldi tante volte nelle famiglie sbagliate
Mamma sai che c’è? faccio musica per me, ancora non ho il coraggio di chiamarlo rap
E allora?
Lil’ ghetto boy
From the seven street
Don’t let him die
Just spread his wings
Ehi! real life in the game…
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Lil’ ghetto boy? lil’ ghetto… lil’ ghetto boy?
Hey man!
f#ck you man! f#ck you man!
Stop this shit
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LIL’ GHETTO BOY Lyrics English
Yo, Yoyoyo, Yo, You Namsayin?
YOUR MIND IS f#ckED UP BRO
Just Spread Your Wings!
A brother who asks me and then forgets
It is normal like going to church on Sunday
In my part, the parish church does not change
We grew up well but you don’t know how much anger
It’s a day like another on Saturday here passes easy
Among Paradise and Inferno expects the uncontrollable
People randomly in the squares you know how nice?
All fly, I walk and go slow
Everyone speaks, I would like to tell him I don’t feel
I get out of all, I write a refrain
LIL ‘Ghetto Boy
From the Seven Street
Don’t Let Him Die
Just Spread His Wings
f#ck the guards we leave the middle finger
Berе glass in the center is our only remedy
Or Ganja, smoke, it’s okay
A broken disc that sounds for weeks
Without a non-guarantor helmet of the vigilante
We are in fuel reserve, not plants
Toxics like love to young people
Best days without explanations
Just a chest under the porches you then bring us
Away from your roots
Every day it is made to fly no matter what you say
Few they follow me? well I will have so many enemies
Here in Italy it will not work
You love those who spill them
Money in murders, in drugs, in the mafias
Money many times in the wrong families
Mom you know there is? I make music for me, I still don’t have the courage to call him Rap
So?
LIL ‘Ghetto Boy
From the Seven Street
Don’t Let Him Die
Just Spread His Wings
Hey! REAL LIFE IN THE GAME …
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah …
Lil ‘Ghetto Boy? LIL ‘Ghetto … LIL’ Ghetto Boy?
Hey Man!
f#ck you man! f#ck you man!
Stop this shit
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
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