In The Panchina: Translations in English and Lyrics - In The Panchine

At the nun na-na-na na-na-ne stadium
At the nun na-na-na na-na-ne stadium
This is Nane
In The Benches
Check- check it
I can make a rockaz from medium gram
Check-check it


The briskly made bad, narco not weekly
Turn in the kefiah in your local market
Twenty-five a week, Chicoria and I stuck
In front of the amplified freestyle judge
I stolen Rolex fake, children
I rap third grade plus my man Ciccio Nulli
My people speak dialect in the localetto
You shit underneath when you hear the trigger
You find me in the benches baby very well
Bomb three points like Latrell Sprewell
Col Gel I drink by the spina, we make robbery
In The Panchina with the Moroccan bayonet
Impanicati, we are pirati in Prati
Benassati pay bail, we never arrested
None wants in the house, like the drug scrausa
Your colored pussies got the menopause
Illegal life, the wrong way, I do frontal
Bombe a castelletto, fuck your rap homosexual
Tangenziale, that's deadly combination
Traffik Records, we ready for the compilation
PlayStation, my man Noyz tell me 'Turn everything off'
Alarms fake, get away with the scoundrel
I smear portraits on your newly redone walls
Vandals Inside fighting with the piedipiatti
Strength Approach with my man Armando
We smoke blunt with Petrarca, Ludovico, Orlando
With Lorenzo we cook rockaz da medio gram
We organized, are you ready for the exchange?
In the benches got more fans than the Knicks
I love Savage Boys plus Free Bloody Tricks
In the pocket Cole stolen Posca
With Halo 4 Solo, drinking caipiroska
Chilling at Hungaria, I robbery fondiaria
Dropped off Parioli Borough the scene sanguinaria
Dropping Fire bomb, destroy the police
You looking for evidence, witnesses, disappear

I spit blood among you
In The Bench more Truceboys
Eeee-here you want < b r /> I wonder if I'll be among you
I spit blood among you
In The Bench more Truceboys
Eeee-that's what you want
Who knows if I'll be among you


Eeee-here it is, is G-Mel
Truceklan: ta gueule
SLK, pimp pimp
ZTK threatens pizza in the face
What I'll take , I am king of porcoddio
I disguise my voice, I denounce you
L'avocat, je pense, petit pois
Three years ago I received immortality
Truceklan, the army of zombie
Je suis la trap, tu es Bambi, succumb
trombi, dandy, Superga, Invicta, Champion, fake dandy spend
Earn dreams but great writing
I kidnap the child survive
Bodega t'aime, et le problème
Who has vu, déjà-vu, Truce: la crème

Perisco but I don't understand
Like Pessoa far from I exist in me
In front of the stage I saw you, I insist
Agonizing like Jesus Christ
I have in my head a fixed nail
Alone with myself I crucify myself
Put me in the croces
Look my apostoli look , Roces
Fierce we make bodega with Cormega
In The Benches bewitches you
Uptown Rap
To the diamond circles
Come on, never again, carry up your santi
I'm selling drugs to your sister
Mafioso like one of the Sbarella brothers
In della, Gun blade with spring pistol
I sniff the glue, kidnap baby in the culla
Happiness like chi se trastulla
In the benches this is shit I device
Hip hop terrorism, we make the ride
Is divine of Columbine
I'm a boy, bad days wasted without doing shit
Bowling in the morning and kill myself in the afternoon
'Once upon a time in America', between a murder and a rocket
Abuses like Christiane F., JT Leroy and Laura Palmer
with traditional Santa Sangre dagger
Disturbing like 'Eaten Alive!'
Umberto Lenzi exclusive
Cogne as Twin Peaks, discover the killer
Our time to, speaks in reverse come er dwarf
In bedroom I do drugs with Bob on the sofa
To the darkness the future pass The magician long to see
Fottiti asshole, fire walk with me