Fabri Fibra – Freestyle a Radio Deejay

Fabri Fibra Freestyle a Radio Deejay

Fabri Fibra – Freestyle a Radio Deejay Lyrics

Artist: Fabri Fibra
Song: Freestyle a Radio Deejay

Eh, purtroppo Roberto Ferrari è qua
È primavera
La mia ragazza mi vede cambiato
Mi chiede sempre dove sono stato

La mia ragazza l’ho appena strozzata
Tu non mi lascerai, che cazzata
Scrivo testi contro le donne
La mia vicina sente, mi buca le gomme

Io vado in giro con Roberto Ferrari
Guida l’aeroplano, mica la Ferrari
Il 12 maggio andiamo al Family Game
Roberto Ferrari magari si sbaglia

E tutti lo vediamo al Family Gay
Mi faccio fare le foto con i trans
E poi le spedisco a tutti quanti i miei fans
Ieri sono stato con un trans a Roma

Gli ho tolto la parrucca, era Fabrizio Corona
Mangio di tutto, anche i tuoi soprammobili
Il mio click è troppo avanzato
Faccio freestyle, cioè improvvisato

Dalla mattina alla sera, alla sera della mattina
Faccio minacce di morte alla mia vicina
Roberto Ferrari, e qui si divaga
Da quando c’è Sabino, nessuno se lo caga

Metti dei soldi su di me, fai una scommessa
In diretta accetta, oppure rifiuta
Faccio freestyle con la muta
Dopo gli ultimi fatti, questa metropoli

Tutti quanti la chiamiamo “Puttanopoli”
Ero al telefono con Fabio Concato
Lo stavo ricattando, mi hanno intercettato
La mia ragazza mi vede cambiato

Mi chiede sempre dove sono stato
Ero in un bar a bere liquori
La metà dei presenti erano calciatori
Ho fiamme, ho una lingua che scintilla e che brilla

Tutti si baciano in faccia, Camilla
Mi faccio le canne alla camomilla
Spingo questa roba come un caterpillar
In Francia mi conosce pure Cut Killer

Quando sono a casa ballo Claudio Villa
E ballo nella pista come un gorilla
Non mi salutare con “Ciao, fratello”
Al supermercato rubo anche il carrello

Giro dentro casa con un ombrello
E spacco la mia faccia sopra l’ombrello
Quando c’è Ferrari, tira su le mani
Tira su le mani, tira su le mani

Andiamo ai ristoranti, ma solo italiani
Solo italiani, solo italiani
Io c’avevo un amico che era troppo strano
Andava da Ferrari al ristorante africano

Sicuramente è fallito anche quello
Saluto Albertino e pure mio fratello, bleah
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Freestyle a Radio Deejay Lyrics – English Translation

Eh, unfortunately Roberto Ferrari is here
It’s spring
My girlfriend sees me changed
She always asks me where I was

I just choked my girlfriend
You won’t leave me, f#cking
I write lyrics against women
My neighbor hears, my tires holes

I go around with Roberto Ferrari
Guide the airplane, Mica La Ferrari
May 12 we go to the Family Game
Roberto Ferrari maybe you are wrong

And we all see it at the gay family
I take pictures with the trans
And then I send you to everyone as my fans
Yesterday I was with a trans in Rome

I took the wig to him, it was fabrizio corona
I eat everything, even your ornaments
My click is too advanced
I do freestyle, ie improvised

From morning to night, at night in the morning
I have death threats to my neighbor
Roberto Ferrari, and here you divagea
Since there is Sabino, no one if the sh#t

Put money on me, make a bet
Live accept, or reject
I do freestyle with the wetsuit
After the latest facts, this metropolis

We all call it “Puttanopoli”
I was on the phone with Concato Fabio
I was blackmailing, they intercepted
My girlfriend sees me changed

She always asks me where I was
I was in a bar to drink liqueurs
Half of those present were footballers
I have flames, I have a language that sparks and shears

All kiss in the face, Camilla
I make my chamomile rods
I push this stuff like a caterpillar
In France he knows me Pure Cut Killer

When I am at home Ballo Claudio Villa
And dance in the track like a gorilla
I don’t greet me with “hello, brother”
The trolley is also in the Rubo supermarket

Tour inside the house with an umbrella
And break my face over the umbrella
When there is Ferrari, pull up your hands
Pull up your hands, pull up your hands

Let’s go to restaurants, but only Italians
Only Italians, only Italians
I had a friend who was too strange
He went to Ferrari to the African restaurant

Surely the one has certainly failed
Greeting Albertino and even my brother, Bleah
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Fabri Fibra Lyrics – Freestyle a Radio Deejay

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From the album:
Il disco nuovo
Release Year: 2010