I have a practice, come here and I'll explain it to you, brother Sayan Bull, Shang and Blood, give me a hand I'm in the place like an old man, I drink a bitter one We do the gifiatta, we earn and wake up Milano Bro, Shang and Blood, R.M., what not? What's crazy, I run like we go to Rio Think a little, in the barrio, I do a little at the wheel I come from the popular ones, I hear a scream from you Dad, you're in the mouth with an assault, Rome looks like Santa Roberto Carlos is watching you from afar I spit on your *** skull Without putting a hand on you You know I'm not wrong I don't look at you like I used to But if you look weird, then I go crazy Play the hand in the neighborhood You know I'm the Pope, the Gypsy In every step I took, I brought Rome Down from the south to the north, the evening of Tacoma Shang and Blood, Golden Goal, your team licks us Like Manny in black, I took the whole slice And then I speak for the people of the suburb I scream, the street is ours, there is no doubt I make a mistake, I paid for it by race and I'm at the resort Dead, my heart is in my chest, but in my head I have a drawing Only love when I return to the area After all this, I'm still at home There are no witnesses, we are destined Up there is what is not Without us, a leaf does not move I take a leap when I go back to the sun These people deserve more Shang and Blood speaks South Rome R.M., she wants it, she writes it in *** South Rome, you understand it, pieces in the balls, tarantellas If you face me, we enjoy the street like stars In the neighborhood, you count like Skye I pretend I don't see and I don't even hear I'm going to Shanghai, I swear I torment you Four drunks talk to us about the group You come in the violet, hands naked and in torment Dad, I put my hand in your face South Rome, I only go around with people I love your mother, you go to *** in your face I invented the 15-year-old peasants in the square South Rome, if you see us, you recognize us You raise your elbow, we go straight to the tables In the street, giants like colossi Immune to fear, we do scruples I dream that we rip off the uniform band My mother doesn't know she can't rehabilitate me I tried to change, but I love this skin We are Rome, south and in the *** we look at each other They install the caratura in the chest with a carabiner We throw gasoline on fire From the monolocal to the monopole in Ascesa I have eyes like a China, but I don't even have a Cesa In my opinion, you have no idea Of how much this city has eternal love That for my blood has stopped raining And I follow you over Europe Until you quote me actions