Fabri Fibra — Rock That Shit song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rock That Shit" by Fabri Fibra.
Lyrics
My man Fibra, Rock, rock that shit!
Se, il Fibradelico sul beat
insieme al mio frate Youssoupha, 2015, Squallor
c’est Youssoupha prince parolier le lyricist la connextion est vitale mon frère
ho cominciato a fare il rap quando ancora non era una moda
chiuso in camera pensavo il mondo mi odia
sulla base mi sfogavo con le prime rime
adolescente come tanti che si deprime
finisce un’era io cresco veloce
il tempo cambia le amicizie e la voce
ora tutti muovono la testa sul beat
si ma in pochi hanno capito oltre a questo cosa c'è
entra nel vortice
e dimmi cosa vedi
la fama distorce dipende a chi lo chiedi
cosa vende e cosa piace
è triste ma la gente prende sempre la parte più facile
storie già viste ho il suono che resiste
chi ha ascolta non resiste
smettere non esiste
avvisa tutti sono tornato nel gioco
e mi sa che stasera il locale va a fuoco
rock that shit
j’ai grandi dans le? d’une banlieue précaire
Prim’s, Fazabrizi laissez pratiquer les experts
la connextion que t’espère
la collision est externe
flow cannibal come Hannibal Lecter
trop de victime à compter
imagine le melange Youssou n DourPaolo Conte
Imagine qu’on derange
beaucoup d’histories à raconter
imagine qu’on est grands
donc on rappe toujours en concret?
j’ai pas d’affaires brolique
j’ai pas de? polies
toujour actif on est massif tout comme les frefes comice
le rap c’est dur j ai pris de l’avance avec des textes solides
je suis dans le futur pendant que tu dances encore la Tektonik
c’est pour les mecs trop libres que le temps fait briller
mon rap restera comme un fin de février
mais j’ai mauvais mime
quand j’ai le karma de Mario Ballottelli avec une tshirt why always me!
passavo il tempo a lamentarmi ma che vita piatta
il primo disco nel mio studio raga ce l’ho fatta
o si coltiva o la passione muore soffocata
l’invidia rende la tua faccia una foto sfocata
i soldi sono un peccato
tutti ne parlano ma nessuno dice quanti ne fa vuoi la prova che si è aperto il mercato sulla stessa base c'è Fibra con
Youssoupha
trop de frères qui manquent a l' appel
ils mansent et la peine
j’essaie de cicatrizer mes
quelques?
parmi eux il y’a pour financier la?
Youssoupha
Milano, Parigi, Medellin, Dj Double S da tempo immemorabile l’uomo cerca un ausilio che gli permetta di sopportare
meglio gli inconvenienti e la monotonia della vita
Lyrics translation
My man fiber, Rock, rock that shit!
If, the Fibradelic on the beat
together with my brother Youssoupha, 2015, Squallor
it's Youssoupha prince lyricist lyricist the connection is vital my brother
I started raping when it wasn't a fad yet.
locked in the room I thought the world hates me
on the basis I ventured with the first rhymes
teen like so many who gets depressed
ends an era I grow up fast
time changes friendships and voice
now everyone moves their heads on the beat
yes but few have understood beyond this what is there
enter the vortex
and tell me what you see
fame distorts depends on who you ask
what he sells and what he likes
it's sad but people always take the easy part
stories already seen I have the sound that resists
he who listens does not resist
quit does not exist
notify all are back in the game
and I think the place is on fire tonight.
rock that shit
I grew up in the? of a precarious suburb
Prim's, Fazabrizi let the experts practice
the connection you hope for
the collision is external
flow cannibal as Hannibal Lecter
too many victims to count
imagine the melange Youssou N Dourpaolo Conte
Imagine that we mess
lots of stories to tell
imagine we're big
so we're still rapping in concrete?
I have no business brolique
I don't have any? polio
always active we are massive just like comic jokes
rap is hard I got ahead with solid texts
I'm in the future while you still dance the Tektonik
it's for too free guys that time makes it shine
my rap will remain like a late February
but I have bad mime
when I have Mario Ballottelli's karma with a Why always Me tshirt!
I spent my time complaining but what a flat life
the first record in my studio raga I made it
either it grows or the passion dies suffocated
envy makes your face a blurry photo
money is a pity
everyone talks about it but no one says how many do you want proof that you opened the market on the same basis there is fiber with
Youssoupha
too many brothers who miss the call
they tickle and bother
I'm trying to heal my
some?
among them there is to finance the?
Youssoupha
Milan, Paris, Medellin, Dj Double S from time immemorial man seeks an aid that allows him to endure
better the inconveniences and monotony of life