Europa (feat. Morad, Elai et Rhove)

Money problems
I ride the bike, I have the license
What Tony learns
And that betrays his friends
You have teeth but me too
Don't talk about my homies
So my race, I'm lonely
Peaky Blinders like Tommy
In the sequel to the sofa
We turned the room into a coffee

I don't like those who profit
Who make anonymous backstabbers
You have a lot, I need a dolí'
When I tell you I don't love you, I'm polite
There's weed in the colis
It smells like Cali
Flip-flop like Ronnie
They dream of seeing me in agony
There are tests, we are solid
I believe in God, not in my bolide-ah

El Morad from L, and J is Marseilles
He hides with his paper, don't cross the French route
It seems to hurt, Morad came out of poverty
It seems to hurt, only family at my table
Another madness, another escape with Tomas
Another theme is filtered, that's what is gained from more
All in a plisplás, galactic with a march back
I make more journeys, for breaking all the gas
And what madness, and what torture
Life is hard, sometimes it's raw
No one assures, that everything lasts
No one assures, only money

Edhe psë kam dhëz sigur Tritola
Se jena rrët me do me pistola
Fokusimi te..
Po duket si me marr anabola
Se jena rrët me do pistola-tola-tola
Kam pa Tritola-tola-tola
Se jena rrët me do pistola-tola-tola
Kam pa Tritola-tola-tola

I'm not the type that sees itself
I don't have problems
I'm not the type that talks, I'm not like that rapper
Even when I'm in concert, I don't press, I return to the bodega
So I say what the car says
When it doesn't make text
With me.. you get
And you know I'm not like that
Come on, you.., just have fun
A kid in Naples, Mitrovica in Marseilles
He tells me with a TMX and Yamaha, nothing is fake
He tells me with a TMX, it doesn't change

Italian, yes, la-la-la
Matto fou-fou above a motorbike
A fisherman with a Wrangler-
Chicchi di caffè stand on the collar
I put on Juve, second shirt
Second-hand Kawasaki
I won't give you a second chance
You made the son of a b**ch
They make LA, they have the necessary in the Kipsta
They laugh even if they don't have a rap
All the saints days in the middle of the road
Moto makes rah-rah from the Europe course to the OVS
.. to the bank collecting the MS under the Audi or the RS3

In Naples the Fords become decapitable
And a baby with cheap clothes
Will see what he does, in a few years
Po-po-po-ro
Nothing new is done in the area
Cars on the road make a contest
The neighborhood is dangerous
Italian, has to do with some mafioso
And since I'm famous
Everyone tries to come against me
Oh baby, the kitchen ends
In areas with Nissans only the plaques turned
Oh baby, she's like a geisha, he's a samurai in Kalen'
With the TN they turn like bastards

Edhe psë kam dhëz sigur Tritola
Se jena rrët me do me pistola
Fokusimi te
Po duket si me marr anabola
Se jena rrët me do pistola-tola-tola
Kam pa Tritola-tola-tola
Se jena rrët me do pistola-tola-tola
Kam pa Tritola-tola-tola