LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
We out of school school
Fra' we catch each other then
'is good, good stuff
She makes two shots and flies
Come a little with me
I'll explain a bit 'is history
Who is high, who does not fly
Who is at the bottom tries
He tries, he tries
Plaza e ava g
My team is real madrid
'sta puta manda kiss
I'll give you the fuck and just miss
My brother who kneads cheese
Knead various mixes
Against the guards, tricks
On your face x
I haven't changed, I grew up
Some now I miss them greeting them
Some now lick my ass
This is already known
This is already known
Like this one on the bed that gives me my ass
I'm on the safe side
Give me something to eat that I have the fasting fra'
You want to give me up stay attached to the ass
I take it all
We've been hungry since our debut
Having nothing is everything
Having nothing, in fact
I share bread with those who are just
If I win friar' there is more taste
For these money mom, mom
No one who calms me down, calms
'Drugs are a condemnation'
Calm, calm, calm
'sta cane does not calm me down
'this woman doesn't change me
'this face is not forgotten
The evil that returns
How are you? I'm 'na bomba
I'm with mine, we're there
Down here we work
If you are looking for mine, there are
Of all 'I'm isolated
If you are looking for mine we are there
Down here everything is stranger
If you are looking for mine, there are
They make you the good price
Okay, okay
Don't talk too much about my
Don't be big, I know who you are, where you live
You don't know the things you say, yes, the images
I'm blocking speak for me
These palaces speak for them and for me
Without knowing who I am
They open their mouths and never know a shit about me
You don't know a shit about me
You don't know a shit about me
Neither of me nor of 'sta gang
I call capone, the kush and premiere
We are the champions, paris saint-german
And I know what it means, everything falls apart
I recharge, magnificent ganja
My fra' hooligans
Some in nisida
They enter your home, just one visit
These talk, talk
But I've never seen them
What balls you, all your records
The gang makes money, not pennies
'Rappers are called artists
I shut up and fuck these bitches
At home you cry with my records
Don't be hooligans on the street
You see us from meters away
My brothers, yes, they do
Behind the guards we have breathlessness
Greeting mauro that mo' missing a year
Greetings patrick who has been missing for years
I don't believe anyone, let's be clear
You're not even good at insulting me
Don't be magical, you're a kebabbaro
I'm with mine, we're there
Down here we work
If you are looking for mine, there are
Of all 'I'm isolated
If you are looking for mine we are there
Down here everything is stranger
If you are looking for mine there are
They make you the good price
Okay, okay