Co'Sang - Povere Mman

Co'Sang - Povere Mman
Album : Chi More Pe' mmè

[gaethanlovet]

Big respect from France, Haute Savoie La Roche sur Foron 👍🎧💽🤩

[snov]

Vi ho amato, mi avete insegnato la coerenza, cosa significa avere dei valori..poi a quanto pare uno di voi li ha distrutti..e ha distrutto il mio mito, che eravate voi..

[margheritagiacomel]

.dopo 6 anni mi viene ancora la pelle d'oca quando lo

[aa]

Una  bella emozione !   Bravi, continuate  cosi !

[maurizioimperatore]

 due ragazzi ricchi mi dispiace che vi siete divisi perché insieme facete un qualcosa che nel panorama "rap italiano"  non esiste 

[napolifinest]

Traduzione inglese:
This goes to Sandro Shok,
nobody forgets you bro,
dust in the hands, this remains bro...
Ntó:
the 24-hour songs run and pass, tired voices speak of who is fallen and still live in words or on their breasts with the face under a golden chain, misery that filled the eyes in the evening, filled the cards when I was alone with thoughts, I belonged where I grew up. My home 470, there was fighting sometimes, the empty school stairs, of these days remains dust in hand .. and it wasn't the time of undecided faces, if you understood me you know that the fire comes out of the mouth and then with flashes it enters the eyes..where I am, angels and devils inside, the air is clean and the name rises contrary to life. And how many brothers with the missing brothers, the broken glass and the shed blood are bad for us but not for those who share the parts and all life runs away, thinking about how looking inside himself he doesn't find the man. All experience in the midst of those who turn his backs on his conscience, it's lost the count of the dramas and teenage mothers where a tear that is not true doesn't fall, the fists tighter then yesterday and nothing keeps us. Love me and give me goodness when i don't deserve it, that's when i need it, i learned it from the stones and i don't forget it...
I keep the pen for me it's a bet, the shame is as false as promises, if there was a place I would go there.


Rit.
Don't be moved, it's not a sad piece, this is to greet those who left young, it is dust it is not memory, you still touch it with your hands it helps you for the victory, it flows in the things you do. (×2)

Luchè:
for every shot a wrinkle cannot understand who escapes, the air around us burns and God is sold. I grew up taking the death for game, another man falls asleep leaving love out of his dreams. Faster than the days I make fears rise letting this poetry come out I want a little more and outside these eyes I hold an absurd journey in excess, I ran after balls that are now rolex. Things change the wind makes tears fly, shutters are lowered and behind them eyes look you and the neighborhood already knows who dies and outside they still think that they are the ones who are wrong. I wonder if money can make off this anger that I hold, faces of irreverence, a force, the escapes in a race, I want them lying on the ground with eyes that tremble and in front of the first dead man we saw we laughed. Few believe that by this hatred born grudge, few think that this hatred grows in schools and sees its children with emptiness in front off and the soons beside... a hand isn't worth a finger, a finger is worth a hand. Call them and see if they are in prison how they shake looking at life from a letter, they kept us quiet and good under the sign of the crosses and now I know why these girls are not sweet.

Rit.
Don't be moved, it's not a sad piece, this is to greet those who left young, it is dust it is not memory, you still touch it with your hands it helps you for the victory, it flows in the things you do. (×2)

[AleLAMER]

Tutt' esperienz n'miezz a chi vot e spall a cuscienz!!!  10 sta rima

[EnizeCA]

Nun t commuovr, dicn, ma ca stamm chiagnen tutt quant.

[lucasprado]

This geezer is sick,

Anybody can tell me who is behind his beats? They're dope

Big up Italian Rap, fucking love it

[DisturbHead]

cazzo... erano partiti strabene.... mi ricordo quando li ho sentiti la prima volata-, non ci poteve crede.... troppo bello.... e poi???

[oldschoolsang]

I m fromage France i agree like the wire sons the Shields romanzo criminale etc

[ReDZa]

Can i find a translation of the lyrics to another language?? please

[maurizioimperatore]

anche questa canzone è molto più bella di quella di rocco hunt, ma sono gusti e opinioni, in questa canzone sento parole scritte da due ragazzi che hanno vissuti e visto molte cose nella loro vita

[marcolizzo]

Ma il tasto repeat non l'hanno ancora messo?