La roba buona Lyrics – Caneda
Singer: Caneda
Title: La roba buona
Il mio rap karate, Comité
Troppo dolce, estathè
Hai già rotto, levate
Puzzi troppo, lavate
Champagne solo rosé
Tipe namasté
{?} Frate a me
Patatine salate
Cipolle, frittate
Sto schifo fumate
Alle 3 bevo thè
Tardi nel canape
Occhiali le più fumé
Tu sei grasso, {?}
Ginocchia sbucciate
Le mie rime amate
Le tue tipe bagnate
Non con te, ma con me
Gli schiavi vogliono il re
Mai liberi come me
Mai banditi come me
Ti frego all’ultimo, è l’inno di questo rap
Quando la prof mi dice “In classe non fare rap”
Gli rispondo “Tua madre”
E gli faccio anche una tag, {?}
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La roba buona – English Translation
My rap karate, comité
Too sweet, Estathè
You have already broken, raise
Stink too, wash
Champagne only rosé
Namasté tipe
{?} Friar to me
Salted chips
Onions, omelette
I’m sick smoke
At 3 drink tea
Late in the canape
The most smoked glasses
You are fat, {?}
Peeled knees
My loved rhymes
Your wet tips
Not with you, but with me
The slaves want the king
Never free like me
Never banned like me
I take you to the last, it is the hymn of this rap
When the teacher tells me “in class don’t rap”
I answer him “your mother”
And I also do a tag, {?}
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Lyrics Caneda – La roba buona
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