Turi - Non Cambi Mai + Ghost Track lyrics

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Yo what’s up paisa’, what u think am i fuckin stupid? gangsta this e gangsta that e poi vi spagnati u vi lavati a facci cu l’acqua frisca a matina… c’mon testa i mischia! this joint is dedicated to all italian american people right there calabres italo dialecto, canzuni i l’asprumunti i understand, you lost again listen passengers, we’re messengers ca scarpina forget about it compari e dassa a gutti china yo! mangia pastina,ca u culu poi si spana voi u ‘rrivi a domatina man? u got respect the words of honor shit is heavy bullets in the loader, sette e sessantacinque if u wanna cross the border gimme my loot cuz my part is just a quarter that’s the code of the street, don’t u like? torna a scola! omu i gissu ti vidu troppu o spissu, this and that,chissà e chistu tu dassu o crucifissu, sutta nu fagu is worst than in kabul, fuck around with trouble, mi dasti troppu spagu,agenti! u wanna license? quali patenti! eu non sacciu nenti, ti interru se ti penti this ain’t no fiction no fantasy like quentin ya lookin’ for pacino cu stecchinu ammenz’e’ denti? is for my people, cristiani d’ogni tipu, from africu to vibu, wanna buy me for a nickel? stakes is higher, yo ass is under fire, we flippin’out ya mind and your father say:mannaia! that’s reality no soprano comedy, rhymes in higher quality, non ti piaci sparati, ora preparati u gotta time to spend to? e pagami u café’ ca parru ieu cu collocamentu ok go with the next one e quandu parru forzi vui non capisciti e non guardati a me mugghieri cuz i know she’s lookin pretty a madonna u vi perduna pe minchiati chi faciti mister turi is in your town and got the sound ill amici puliti so tell me who the fuck is the boss of your city siti storti e ribusciati pe cazzati chi diciti volivuvu sparati e poi inchiodati nte’ pariti cu du botti a pallettoni e poi si llordanu i vestiti u put the water on your fake plastic pistol mentri eu mentu cori quando cantu e fazzu chistu ti senti professori just because ya drinkin cristal ieu mbivu vinu russu comu u sangu i gesu’ cristu so keep it real pe’ figghioli i l’asprumunti chi collani i quattru chilli e poi nte mani cincu punti e forzi e megghiu ca ti fai na para i cunti tu voi merda nte mutanti e poi nu bucu supa a frunti! (Thanks to NdR for these lyrics)