Corrección Letra Bolla Papale Freestyle (english translation) par MadMan

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Letra

M starts from the bottom
I bring your bars to the bottom
Neurolinguists study my lyrics
They're like: "Is this guy real?"
Like your girlfriend, dumbass
You think you’re the new Romeo
Yesterday she had a rodeo
You don't believe me? Look at her with neon
I do this sh*t in one take
Yes, there are a lot of fakes
Yes, someone writes your lyrics
No, however, no, you're not Drake
Yes, boys and girls like you
Yes, you even go to the toilet with a taxi
Yes, they all kiss your ass
No, however, no, you’re not Justin
I see more tragic scenes than these fools, go rest
They all dream of the golden age of any blown-up festival
On the beat hooks, kicks, any technique, any metric
I rap supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I want to do my expense reports with a pulling
I want to be like Gerry Scotti with cash
I want you to fill my backpack until it explodes
I want to be like Mary Poppins, Doraemon
I was relaxing in my swimsuit and in flip-flops
I thought I came back to my senses
But the hate I harbor is bursting
It's like my bank account, I mean that it's increasing
My new flow is dope, I've already heard yours
Bro, ask me for a feat and I'm going to eclipse you
Ask me for a stamp, like an authorization
I'll attach a verse that is like an epistle, like an epistle
My flow is a f**king papal edict
I'll say that again, even if that's simple
I’ll say that again flat out
My flow is brand new, I’ve already heard yours
Try to copy me and see what you're worth
But, watch out, you’re going to fall if you look into the abyss
You're high sometimes, just think if you were always high, bro
The walls are shaking, bro
As if something was teeming inside them
The walls are shaking, bro
As if there was a hooligan race
As if there was a earthquake
M on top of the beat
Like a pig and a sow
I f**k the beat 'cause it's my wife
No, I don’t know if you got it
If down in Puglia I say: "I'm high"
Up in Milan they say: "He's a stoner"
Smo-smo-smoking on top of a sofa
This sh*t f**ks you up like Prozac, ay
You're same old sh*t is floppy
It has no taste, paperwork
People listen to you and they fall asleep
M throws punches and wins it
Bro, this weed is dry, but it's big
This b*t*h is skinny, but she's big
You try to be crazy, but you don't have what it takes
Hold your d**k in your hand, j*rk-off

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