Napoli
Branco Lyrics
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Fri min brødre, fri os fra vores enemies
Started' ned' på bunden, men vi ender rig'
Bar' husk at hold den samm' fucking energi
Vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule
Vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule
Jeg bragt' en halv, du bragt' din scooter til
Kærlighed til yngre
Tæl' din' sedler, læg din kugler væk
Det' ikk' kun kugler der går rom-bom-bom
Gjort alle rappers mund-lam
Haft den i dit fucking skød
Og kølig da la jura kom'
Brormand, de skød på os
Så vi skød tilbag' på samm' dag, ja
Du ka' ikk' løb' fra det
For din dag', det' din dag, ja
To kanoner på en scooter ligesom Napoli
Fri min brødre, fri os fra vores enemies
Started' ned' på bunden, men vi ender rig'
Bar' husk at hold den samm' fucking energi
Vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule
Vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule
Jeg burde (?), brormand
Men har min samvittighed, brormand
Khouya lytter ikk', vil ikk' la' den ligg'
Be'r til Gud, han ikk' finder den
Jeg hører de rapper' og de snakker tom
Ved ikk' hva de taler om
Jeg var i kvarteret, da de stadig fik fra mamas lomm'
To kanoner på en scooter ligesom Napoli
Fri min brødre, fri os fra vores enemies
Started' ned' på bunden, men vi ender rig'
Bar' husk at hold den samm' fucking energi
Vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule
Vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule
To kanoner på en scooter ligesom Napoli
Fri min brødre, fri os fra vores enemies
Started' ned' på bunden, men vi ender rig'
Bar' husk at hold den samm' fucking energi
The lyrics to Branco's song "NAPOLI" paint a gritty picture of life on the streets, with two individuals riding on a scooter just like they do in Napoli (a city in Italy known for its Vespa scooters). The singer calls for freedom for himself and his brothers from their enemies, acknowledging their difficult beginnings, but also expressing hope for a better future where they end up wealthy.
The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty and brotherhood, with the singer urging his listeners to remember to maintain their energy and stay together. He warns against the dangers of violence and dealing drugs, acknowledging that it is not just guns that go "rom-bom-bom," but also challenging the idea that everyone in the rap world is "talking nonsense," as he, too, has struggled and come from humble beginnings.
Overall, "NAPOLI" is an honest and raw depiction of life on the streets, with Branco's lyrics capturing the struggles and challenges of growing up in difficult circumstances.
Line by Line Meaning
To kanoner på en scooter ligesom Napoli
We ride on a scooter with two guns, just like in Napoli
Fri min brødre, fri os fra vores enemies
Free my brothers, free us from our enemies
Started' ned' på bunden, men vi ender rig'
We started from the bottom, but we'll end up rich
Bar' husk at hold den samm' fucking energi
Just remember to keep that same fucking energy
Vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule, vo boule
We hit six boules, six times
Jeg bragt' en halv, du bragt' din scooter til
I brought half, you brought your scooter
Kom og lær, jeg bruger dig ikk'
Come and learn, I won't use you
Kærlighed til yngre
Love for the little ones
Tæl' din' sedler, læg din kugler væk
Count your money, put away your bullets
Det' ikk' kun kugler der går rom-bom-bom
It's not just bullets that go bang-bang
Gjort alle rappers mund-lam
Made all rappers tongue-tied
Haft den i dit fucking skød
Had it in your fucking lap
Og kølig da la jura kom'
And stayed cool when the law arrived
Brormand, de skød på os
Brother, they shot at us
Så vi skød tilbag' på samm' dag, ja
So we shot back on the same day, yeah
Du ka' ikk' løb' fra det
You can't run from it
For din dag', det' din dag, ja
Because your day is your day, yeah
Jeg burde (?), brormand
I should (?), brother
Men har min samvittighed, brormand
But I have my conscience, brother
Khouya lytter ikk', vil ikk' la' den ligg'
Brother doesn't listen, won't let it go
Be'r til Gud, han ikk' finder den
Praying to God he won't find it
Jeg hører de rapper' og de snakker tom
I hear those rappers and they talk empty
Ved ikk' hva de taler om
Don't know what they're talking about
Jeg var i kvarteret, da de stadig fik fra mamas lomm'
I was in the neighborhood when they still got money from their moms' pockets
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Benjamin Cimatu, Kian Rosenberg Larsson, Nicki Pooyandeh
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