Giovane Fuoriclasse [English translation]

Yes, the hood maked me like this, yah(esketit)

Do not touch me and my family

I'm quiet that I smoke vanilla

Run faster, we are the first on the track

Young, Young, Young champion

Young, Young, Young champion

Young, Young, Young champion

(out)

Ayy, young champion

Young, Young champion

Plaza champion like Ronaldo

I was just training myself

Yes, I am now a dick, I went to the field

You say balls in the bars

From stables to the stars

With the crimes in the balls

Scars on the skin

Let's get on with the guards ahead

Dirty as traffickers

In the area you had better calmed down

Bro, I have contacts from all sides

I run, I run, fast

My crazy boys in the house with the weapons

We are good, but not even saints

I'm not calm even with the sedatives

I didn't belive in that

I don't want to die soon

Good, yes, but not that much

My area is dark as pitch

New day, new arrest

I believe in success

In the cage, I do not end there

I will die as a legend, as Jackson

Yes, the hood made me like this

You find everything in the corners

Out for easy money

I'm in table with the devils

Ayy, ayy

I'm in table with the devils

These offer me goblets

Me and these magical boys

Yes, the hood maked me like this, yah

Do not touch me and my family

I'm quiet that I smoke vanilla

Run faster, we are the first on the track

Young, Young, Young champion

Young, Young, Young champion

Young, Young, Young champion

(out)

Ayy, young champion

Young, young champion

I remember in my pocket there was nothing

Find us, find us in the street

Inside my pockets I have two different herbs

Now we move the masses

We eat fish as it's never enough

Get over with my words

You have a white face like your shoes

I'm out and I'm making a show now

Plaza Plaza, Magical Plaza

More bitches look like Mykonos

Pussy, we make a triangle

Tell me how we got it

Out of class, come Leo messi

We are awake at night

We think about new projects

We raise the cup at Wembley

This hood has made me like this

Only some remain

Speak, speak, but we are here

You can spit on my name

Plaza, my name,but they know it, bro

I was just in the studio

They all hate me

Now on the phone they call me back

Young, young,

Young, young no

I'm spending this money

I will gain more

We should live the day

But tomorrow I do not, I do not know

Cards at Moggi

In my pocket a Nokia, in the other the Iphone

• Artist:Capo Plaza