Real Talk - Lazza English Translation
[Intro]
Yeah, ay, ay
Lil Lazza in the fucking place
Shoutout to Bosca, Oliver and Khaled
Boy!
Ay, ay

[Verse 1]
You see, the more you play, the less you win
You ride now, you wanted a bike, right?
"Lazza you suck!", sorry, what's that again?
You would look good washing windows
I'll make you scream 'Zzalando', Don Lazza is the anagram
Your girl has had so many dicks in her butt that now her *hmm*hole is speaking, analgrammar
I shut those mouths like Saratoga
Balls in the face of your girl, Sharapova
Tell me how come she only talks about pigeons, either she's a slut, either she's Povia
I've got a new bar
When I play live you bring the speakers, you don't take it sеriously
I don't hear you if I'm playing live
You bring your coffin afterwards
I'vе got a lot of hype, you hype yourself too much
Bro, who's next? You'd better touch wood here
Do you know why I'm gonna beat you up?
You're too dumb, IQ -3
Here minus three fools
Who compete on who's tougher
If I were Neri Parenti you would be the perfect protagonists for "Go fuck yourself at Christmas", bro
Hey there, Real Talk, I'm a fresh guy
Yes, but too fresh
You're trash, clumsy
Too much cash, when I pop the gin I'm Flash Gordon
You're too dumb, you're crap
Bosca on the beat, I'll kill someone
You know, I don't go on TV, 'cause if I went I would just curse around, Gordon Ramsay
[Verse 2]
Who knows what is gonna happen?
Kilocal, I'm weighing these bars
You rappers are just ballet dancers with ballet shoes
Who do you think you are to understand, huh?
You come to me and you tell me about your problems, I'm not even listening
I took a pole, Cristiano Ronaldo
You're just smoke, we are rolling you
Boy, step aside if my team goes by
Bro, you have just some minutes left, just like your promo by TIM is expiring
Bro, you're down with the police, Sting
Don't listen to me, you're gonna die if you do
You throw rocks and then you hide your hands
I see a lot of these such geniuses
Attached to my genitals
I roll it, I smoke it, I don't play PES
You're a cop, you're a dog, just like Rex
You know, I'm so ahead of  my time that
If you open the address book into my cellphone
My new girlfriend is saved as 'ex'
You put it in our pockets, 'cause we work hard
Eating some pasta, it happened to me
If my bro says "Stop it", we cut some heads off
You have it in your mouth, Pasta del Capitano
I play, but not just to have fun, I don't accept defeats
I shuffle some cards, smoke two joints
I draw two jokers and I leave the two of spades to you
[Verse 3]
Ay, ay
I've got "Hate" tatted on my hand, so that you know how I feel when I shake yours
I laugh when you go like "Bang, bang" with your gang, gang
Yes, but with a fake gun
My live is free, but if you bring your girlfriend she is gonna pay anyway
My cachet is a little less than a thousand, she gives us two legs with her pussy between them
Raw, raw, raw like sushi
Bro, raw, raw like Pata Negra
Raw, bro, like the "Fuck you!" you are gonna hear if you DM me
Damn the day you discovered Internet, I hope you recover
I'm high on my sofa writing "Sabrina Ferilli is so hot!"
I unwrap rappers like Zanzibar
Die, you dumbass that steals bars
Your bros have no balls
My bros steal smoke paper to roll joints
Hey, hey, be quiet
You're there trying to be crazy
You jerk us off with both hands
We unlock your iPhone with our dick

[Verse 4]
Do you know how they call me around here? Young Chopin
Because at first I sit down to play the piano, then I get up to write, and I beat you up
I'm with some crazy people
Who try to push away their problems
Here our balls are spinning, playmakers
I dodged them all, Mayweather
Don't listen to me, you're gonna shut down
My bros go like Metro Boomin'
Yes, but, bro, in five cubic meters
I hate when the world collapses on me
I hate when I have bad times
So, I hate 'cause I can't say I'm collapsing on him
You had a nice speech, I swear it was interesting
I want a wallet so big that it will look like it is pregnant
Bro, I'm just at my 1%, like my phone is dead
Fuck a knife, my flow is Hattori Hanzo with the katana on the side of the handle, boy
[Verse 5]
I've got a bandana on my head like De Niro in The Hunter
A Goodfellas face and drug dealer shoes
A group of groupies around me, and I don't understand how
I have no feelings but the heart hunt has started
Not even a scalpel in my stomach took away my desire to live
To write
To cut these vipers' head off
They're trying to stop me but I don't give up, fuck it
Those rappers are deepthroating with no neck, Costanzo
I won again, we're not even
Because I always pressed the right keys, Bollani
It's pointless, you cannot beat me if you don't cheat
They asked me who could beat me, I said "Nobody", yeah
And your friend with benefits is not gonna fuck you
You look really gay, it's like she is fucking Mika
You send me your song, you think you wrote a dope verse
I don't even listen to it, boy, don't even bother
And I'm down with a few people, the rest is all fake
Giso, Tela, Gimmy, Vegas, Mirko, Tedua
Ghali, Killa and the rest of the crew
Your crew makes me laugh, Premiata Ditta
Your flow has no connection, like a cellphone in a tunnel
I'm saving up some money to move away from here
I go back and they build me a statue in my neighborhood
Maria, I won't go out, no, I will pull out my weed
The fact that the Earth is round, bro, is a bullshit
Since there are lots of snitches in every angle of the street
Here the fools succeed, 'cause the people don't pay attention
You have no credibility, you just bought it
And you don't even keep up tempo, boy, why the fuck do you rap?!
You're just losing Tempo, boy, tissues
I wouldn't invest on your projects
I would hit you and the fools you are with

[Verse 6]
I'll show them, if you want me to
That I'm still and forever the best at lyrics
They are so fake that maybe wrestling is better
My flow is not tough, it is Dostoevskij
So, bro, pour me some fresh water in this bathtub
Whoever sells you this, he has your cresta in his pocket
Don't ever forget my pretty face
I've got pearls on my ears, you've got pearls for your nasca
Everything is the same, some drugs and some whores
Then you've got to throw away the flow
Maybe you will lose against me, but try to bet
You cannot do a sudoku if you can't do some good numbers with bars
And you can't be like Goku as long as you live in the clouds
What State massacre? You do a massacre of states
I'm unable to unfocus, I grill these snitches
I send you back home like that, you're spoiled
With a rock-hard dick in your ass, colon-ized
You would have some good stories to tell, but maybe you lost them on some bigger bullshit
The question you ask me won't be answered
Bro, maybe I'll just nod my head and cough
Oh my God, oh my God, I will die as a legend
Something like "Did he really existed?"
My numbers don't lie, but whatever
For you, I'll always be a genius disguised as a fool, boy
I've got some enemys, bro, I've got a lot of enemys, bro
And the more you talk about them, the more I think "What the fuck are you talking about", bro
They're your friends, friends, then they steal your bike, bro
They're just some extras, they couldn't even be actresses, bro
I want the money just like Dandi from Romanzo Criminale
I'm not hungry, today my lunch will stay there
I try to stay calm, but I keep getting angry
Until the day I will go out with a machine gun and I will fuck the Quirinale up, boy
When I walk in, these rappers say "Goodbye" to each other
You know I've got a Godlike flow, but God has not mine
They are a hundred steps behind, but I'm not even trying
Now on your knees and undo this genius' zipper, boy