Testo di Marracash – SPORT – I muscoli (English Translation) – Genius English Translations

[Intro: Marracash]
Marracash
This track is superserious, this track is top series
Yeah
I need to remind you who the fuck I am

[Verse 1: Marracash]
I run because time runs, tic-tac
I want to impose myself, diktat, 100.000 euros on an Invicta (Yeah)
Best rapper of life in ITA
I used to deliver snow for the company on a sleigh (Ah)
Yeah, in this game there are fewer females
Even counting many rappers
I’m waiting for your account to grow and then I’m going to put my hands on it
Because now it is not yet an adult (Uh)
Fierce in the ring
I open your face like a jacket with zippers
Can’t you see? My money dances in my pocket, I have a rave in my jeans
She stays over for the night and that’s it, AirBnBitch (Ahahah)
And if I call you, run around the thugs
They scrape the scale, like in curling, the accounts are back
“Who let you in?” asks the body, I answer: “Money”
A plug calls his daughter Molly
How ironic (how ironic, bro)
The ghetto celebrates me (celebrates)
Criminals on my telegram, darkness
From the houses with eternity, eggs benedict
I calculate the benefit that I get (that I get)
Who loved me disappeared (yeah)
Who wanted me wrong is guilty
During the match, I score the matchpoint
Your girl is my favorite SPORT


[Chorus: Marracash & Luchè]
Bro, you know, my driving is a sport, your girl is a sport
Don’t be a G or a Don because it’s not your sport
My LV and GT is a sport
Let's play a different sport if I am on the beat
I kill for sport (run bro)
Sport (every day)
I kill for sport (run bro)
Sport

[Verse 2: Luchè]
Now I am in Champions (hey), but I aim for first place (ok)
She tells me:
“for you, I would jump from the Grand Canyon”, oh gosh, I don’t even know her
I open my arms, but then I move (ah)
The haters are out of shape (ok)
They have something to say about my accent (ehi)
They lent my style (ehi)
Bro, if you kill me we are even (uoh)
I don’t trust you if you tell me “Trust me” (no)
My bros run like in the Olympics (ok)
My checks are like fliers
I fucked her until the taxi arrived
I need to do slalom between these hoes
Who says around that I am the father
El president of this championship
I have a groupie team, they get on well
Every week is fashion week
I dethatch myself from the scene like Brexit
For you, it’s the most beautiful like Jolie
But I let me go like Brad Pitt
I bet during the day and night
On ants with crooked legs
On the fat people that lose the subway
And on the hoes that run after me
I have Napoli training in my garden
I have your favorite rapper in the rifle sight
Out of the core, in my pocket, I have 10 golden soccer balls
She thought she was at the stadium, it was my walk-in wardrobe, ehi


[Chorus: Marracash & Luchè]
Bro, you know, my driving is a sport, your girl is a sport
Don’t be a G or a Don because it’s not your sport
My LV and GT is a sport
Let's play a different sport if I am on the beat
I kill for sport (run bro)
Sport (every day)
I kill for sport (run bro)
Sport