SONNY (city of god) - Emis Killa & Sfera Ebbasta

You're the God of this city You're the King of these people You're the Lord of this nation You are You're the light in this darkness You're the hope to the hopeless You're the peace to the restless You are There is no one like our God There is no one like our God For greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this city Greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this city You're the God of this city You're the King of these people You're the Lord of this nation You are You're the light in this darkness You're the hope to the hopeless You're the peace to the restless You are There is no one like our God There is no one like our God For greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this city Greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this city Greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done here There is no one like our God There is no one like you, God For greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this city Greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done We believe, we believe in you, God Greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done in this city For greater things have yet to come And greater things are still to be done here Greater things still to be done here

Awake from your slumber, arise from your sleep A new day is dawning for all those who weep The people in darkness have seen a great light The Lord of our longing has conquered the night Let us build the city of God May our tears be turned into dancing For the Lord, our light and our love Has turned the night into day We're sons of the morning, we are daughters of day The one who has loved us has brightened our way Let us build the city of God May our tears be turned into dancing! For the Lord, our light and our love Has turned the night into day God is light, In him there is no darkness Let us walk in his light, his children one and all Oh comfort my people, make gentle your words Proclaim to my city, the day of her birth Let us build the city of God May our tears be turned into dancing For the Lord, our light and our love Has turned the night into day

Bright light, big city, gone to my baby's head Whoa, bright light, an'big city, gone to my baby's head I tried to tell the woman, but she don't believe a word I said It's all right, pretty baby, (gonna) need my help someday Whoa, it's all right, pretty baby, gonna need my help someday Ya' gonna wish you had a-listened, to some a-those things I said Go ahead, pretty baby, a-honey, knock yourself out Oh go ahead, pretty baby, honey, knock yourself out I still love ya baby, 'cause you don't know what it's all about Bright light, a big city, they went to my baby's head Oh, the bright light, the big city, they went to my baby's head I hope you remember, a-some of those things I said

Quando avevamo i denti, non c'è stato mai il pane Allora dei perdenti, ora leggende urbane Mai stato fra i clienti e né fra le puttane In questa giungla ti accontenti e poi ti danno le banane Rimane (rimane) se accettare la sfida Non puoi partecipare, la missione è suicida Ancora a blaterare di sballo e movida? Trent'anni a trasformare merda in oro, re Mida (seh) È una corrida, la formula è antica La gente vuole il sangue, mica che sorrida E adesso chi ti guida? (Ah?) Cazzo vuoi che dica? I soldi, la fica, Boldi, Dе Sica La bella vita, serviva il conto in banca Craxi, De Mita, Wojtyła, l'Uno bianca Chi cazzo manca? (Sеh) C'è il primo della fila E state ancora a novanta, pure nel 2000 (wheel up) In giro con tutta la banda (ehi) Che sia su un palco o su una panca (ehi) Lo faccio come nei Novanta (ehi) Ancora carta canta, lo faccio dagli Ottanta Vediamo chi si ostina, vediamo chi si schianta Sopra una ruota col 50 (ehi) In tuta black, banda bianca (ehi) Lo faccio come nei Novanta (ehi) La regola si è infranta, ma è ancora sacrosanta Pronto a smontarvi tutti i pezzi da novanta Yah, per questa scena sono Vallanzasca in banca (ra-ta-ta-ta) Dentro un bomber Alpha ed un paio di Air Max 90 E tu vuoi fare il rapper (seh) Nei dischi sei Ken Shiro, spezzi le manette In strada prendi le mazzate in faccia come in Tekken (ua-ta-ta), ah Solo Nike, fuck Hogan Mio fra' a fine serata ruota, si strappa la maglia come Hulk Hogan (ah) Questa vita troia (uh) apre le gambe mentre le sto sopra Mi pianta gli artigli nella carne come Logan (eh) Tu senza l'autotune sei morto come De Pedis senza la banda Sei Jerry Calà senza la bamba (ahah) Se floppi coi dischi e provi a farti ripescare col dissing (sì) Fai Tarantino, ma sei Walt Disney (scemo) Di hip hop in pochi possono parlarne Io lo faccio perché ho fatto sia le battle che le yard E alla sfilata in tuta Fila, mentre mio fra' li impila Metto 'sta scena a novanta anche se è nata nel 2000, wheel up In giro con tutta la banda (ehi) Che sia su un palco o su una panca (ehi) Lo faccio come nei Novanta (ehi) Ancora carta canta, lo faccio dagli Ottanta Vediamo chi si ostina, vediamo chi si schianta Sopra una ruota col 50 (ehi) In tuta black, banda bianca (ehi) Lo faccio come nei Novanta (ehi) La regola si è infranta, ma è ancora sacrosanta Pronto a smontarvi tutti i pezzi da novanta Quando stanno a novanta Nonovanta è la paura Quando stanno a novanta Novanta è la paura