“CNTNRS” Lyrics by Night Skinny is a latest Italian song. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “CNTNRS” song lyrics are also written by Night Skinny. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. “CNTNRS” by Night Skinny is a hard-hitting rap track filled with gritty street imagery and raw energy. The lyrics revolve around the harsh realities of life on the streets, touching on themes like drug dealing, survival, and loyalty. It features strong, confident flows from various artists, reflecting on the hustle, personal struggles, and the constant pressure of life in a tough environment. The song paints a picture of street life as both dangerous and resilient, with a focus on brotherhood and standing strong despite the chaos around them.
CNTNRS Lyrics
[Intro]
Skinny, sei ancora fatto, eh
Non mi fare perdere tempo, fra, che non ti sento da una vita
Dove cazzo sei?
Sono nel blocco, fra, le strade hanno bisogno
Torna, torna Skinny, porta un po’ di quella merda in strada
Qua è tutto vuoto, non c’è nessuno
Fa un freddo del cazzo
Skinny, sei ancora fatto, esci fuori
Ve-ve-ve-vecchio lupo, nuovo pelo
Porta un po’ di merda, fra
[Strofa 1: Jake La Furia, Emis Killa]
Let’s go
La Furia è grossa, La Furia è fatso
In strada una certezza, fra, come il prezzo del pezzo
Se la gara è correre forse ci sta che perdo
Ma a fare le rime sono primo, secondo e terzo, yeah
L’industria non fa soldi senza rap
Ma in giro è pieno di rapper senza soldi, no cap
I miei fra sono cresciuti col fumo nelle FUBU
Perciò non credono a questi guru sulle Urus
Mi fanno schifo, giovani ricchi stendono e tirano
Io faccio il tifo per I maranza che li rapinano
Lotta sociale, ferro e coltello dei deliquenti
Fra, sono come la falce e il martello di questi tempi (Ah)
[Strofa 2: Emis Killa]
Ok, brotha
Per me è famiglia ‘sta gente di strada
Tengono in braccio mia figlia come imbracciare un kala’
Non fare il mala, ah
Non fare il mala, ah
Rendo Milano un inferno alla Beppe Sala, ah
Ferite in bocca, butterfly dentro gli astucci
Mio fra non la tocca, ma è pieno di g come Gucci
Sempre ACAB, fra, non parlo con gli agenti
In vita mia ho fatto denuncia solo quando ho perso I documenti
Bimbi smilzi sbagliano a darmi del vecchio
Sto più in forma di questi marmocchi sia sul beat che davanti allo specchio
Attorno al neck ho più catene di Mandela
Queste b!tch fanno la fila, io le pacco per un brother o per il Milan
[Strofa 3: Kid Yugi]
Ho le s-, ho le s-, ho le s-
Ho le spalle coperte da Gallipoli a Foggia
Faccio soldi dalla neve anche se porta pioggia
Ho un amico latitante, non si sa dove alloggia
3p Gang, Players Club, nuova loggia
Quando arriva il pieno il paese festeggia
Si tira le granate, nel cervello una scheggia
Danno l’erba e la coca che la prima è di passaggio
Arrivano in borghese, lo portano a passeggio
Non c’è competizione almeno qui nei paraggi
Finiscono in ginocchio, mai fatto un pareggio
La prima traccia a diciott’anni, vi ho dato vantaggio
Quando ne prendo troppa finisce che vaneggio
[Strofa 4: Tony Boy]
Quando ne prendo troppa finisce che vaneggio
Mi chiudo in cucina anche se sto in una reggia
Ho iniziato a drogarmi per darvi più vantaggio
Ho sempre vinto tutto, mai lasciato un pareggio
O-occhi rossi fuoco pure se è buio pesto
Sto sveglio diretto, arrivo in ufficio presto
Tutti intorno al piatto, c’è silenzio da messa
Faccio diventare la tua morte una festa
Prima solo contanti, adesso pago con il POS
Ca-canzoni d’amore con due albanesi in un Porsche
Prima di fare questo ero comunque un vero G.O.A.T
Tony Boy, Kid Yugi, presto apriremo una slot
[Strofa 5: Rasty Kilo]
Tono su tono, nero su nero
Pacchi su pacchi, euro su euro
Pezzi da venti, cinquanta e cento
Non parlo, resto zitto, a giudicarmi sarà Dio
Tuo figlio vende in strada, ce l’ho messo io
Entro da Rolex in tuta, mangio nigiri otoro tuna
Lei si sdraia nuda, sul culo gliela sdraio tutta
Dai pezzi agli etti, dagli etti ai chili
I soldi della droga, non della FIMI, che cazzo ridi
Ostriche e lobster, Daytona, Oyster, Flex, Paul Newman
Li spendo tutti, la vita è una
La testa fuma, le palle pure, tutte e due
Faccio quello che cazzo voglio dalle parti tue
[Strofa 6: Guè, Paky]
Cartier a corno di bue
Il mio flow rompe una costola, è un kolossal come Dune 2
Se fai il bravo farò il diplomatico, Juelz
Altrimenti te la scarico addosso da una Buell
Ti scoppierà la faccia come fa Kenshiro
Non sono un rapper, sono un superhero
Mica male le collane con cui vai in giro
Ma non fai dieci Forum di fila e un San Siro
Pu*sy tight, Osaka, ti sfiletto, orata
Questa glock non è pacco, è vera, è nera opaca
Ti sgamo, sei falso, un sensore ti rivela
Rapper, poi ti caghi addosso, pippi, Manny Ribera (Glory)
[Strofa 7: Paky]
2024, firmo un nuovo contratto
Sono ancora a Rozzano, ma tremila al metro quadro
Sai come funziona, lo compro e lo intesto a un altro
Non posso intestarmi un cazzo, fra, Paky vende sostanze
Stronzo, nuova posse track, se non ci paghi il crack
Ti affoghiamo sott’acqua come in Gomorra ‘O Track
Se parli di gangsta rap (??) accendi Shazam
T’insegno come si fa, vieni con me a Disneyland (Vieni)
Ti porto dove tutto è nato, dove abita il diavolo
Di sicuro ho venduto qualcosa anche a lui in passato
Non facciamo più risse, abbiamo I fucili d’assalto
Spariamo colpi in aria quando uno di noi esce assolto
[Strofa 8: Nerissima Serpe]
Eh occhiaie come un panda, il diavolo mi chiama
Bloccato dentro l’ambra
Appartengo come Ambra Angiolini
Questa strada, angioletti sulla bamba
Sta inseguendo la mia ombra, ma qua piove lava
[Strofa 9: Papa V]
Flow da Ferrari Purosangue
Due grammi nelle mutande
In casa di mia madre
In cameretta ho due ba*tarde
Faccio la cotoletta in strada, non nel letto
Tutto fatto non di gesso
Metto il cazzo dentro a un cesso
[Strofa 10: Nerissima Serpe]
Dentro al bangla
Facciamo la danza
Lei ha ingerito sette ovuli in pancia
Nel bong non ci va il fumo
Il mio volto è tutto azzurro
Dieci casse di gin liscio
Serve l’allegro chirurgo
Nerissima
[Strofa 11: Papa V]
Mi vesto come un uomo
Passeggio in piazza Duomo
Cinquantamila addosso
E non ho un cazzo sopra il polso
Mi sento che ora posso
Puttana sputa il rospo
Se pippi la manite
È normale ti caghi addosso
[Outro]
Brutti figli di puttana, carogne
Questo è il cazzo di contenitore
The Night Skinny, la merda è sotto pressione
Ve-ve-ve-vecchio lupo, nuova era
2024, 2025, Skinny is back
Le strada sono calde, cotte, auh
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CNTNRS Lyrics Meaning
[Intro]
The intro of the song starts with someone calling out to Skinny, a reference to Night Skinny, asking him where he’s been and telling him that the streets need him. The speaker sounds frustrated and urges Skinny to come back and bring the same energy (or “merda”) that the streets are missing. There’s a feeling of emptiness, both literal and emotional, as the streets are described as cold and deserted. The line “vecchio lupo, nuovo pelo” suggests that although Skinny is an old player in the game, he’s still got something fresh to offer.
[Strofa 1 (Jake La Furia, Emis Killa)]
In this verse, Jake La Furia reflects on his dominance in rap, saying he might not win in a race but is unbeatable when it comes to rhyming. He comments on how the music industry profits off rap, but many rappers still struggle financially. La Furia highlights the disconnect between real street experiences and superficial wealth flaunted by some, calling out those who boast riches while dismissing their authenticity. His respect lies with those who fight for survival, symbolized by the “social struggle” and tools of violence. The reference to the hammer and sickle connects his message to a fight for power and rebellion against the system, portraying him as a voice for the underprivileged.
[Strofa 2 (Emis Killa)]
Emis Killa speaks about his loyalty to the people from the streets, calling them family. He trusts them with his daughter, using the image of holding her like a weapon (“kala'”) to emphasize their closeness. He warns others not to act tough, as he has the power to turn Milan into chaos, referencing local political figures like Beppe Sala. Emis reflects on his own past, where he’s only dealt with the police when necessary, like reporting lost documents. Despite being called old by younger rappers, he insists he’s in better shape than them, both physically and lyrically. He also mentions that while women line up for him, he values his friends and loyalty above all, even over wealth and fame.
[Strofa 3 (Kid Yugi)]
Kid Yugi talks about how he’s always protected by his connections, from Gallipoli to Foggia. He references making money through the drug trade, even when things look bad (“even if it rains”). There’s a sense of paranoia with the mention of his fugitive friend, and a celebration when the “shipment” arrives. He paints a picture of chaos, with grenades and a mental “splinter,” possibly referring to the mental toll of this life. He’s blunt about drügs, saying some substances are just temporary, and how the police chase them down. Despite competition being nonexistent in his area, Kid Yugi acknowledges his past of starting young in the game and how drügs sometimes lead to him losing control.
[Strofa 4 (Tony Boy)]
Tony Boy continues the theme of losing control when taking too many drügs, confessing that even in a luxurious setting, he isolates himself. He reflects on starting drügs to give himself an edge, but despite that, he’s always come out on top, never settling for a tie. His life is intense, staying up all night, even when everything seems dark. He describes how grim the scene is around him, turning a death into something celebratory. Tony contrasts his past, where cash was king, with now using modern payment systems like POS. Even in this flashy, dangerous life, he still considers himself the greatest of all time (G.O.A.T).
[Strofa 5 (Rasty Kilo)]
Rasty Kilo talks about his lifestyle, stacking money and staying silent because, in the end, only God can judge him. He admits to influencing young people to sell drügs on the streets and details his wealth by describing how he casually enters Rolex stores and eats luxury food. His drug dealing business has grown from small amounts to larger kilos. He mocks the music industry, saying his money comes from drügs, not music charts. The verse is full of materialism, referencing expensive watches and food, while expressing a carefree attitude toward life, doing whatever he wants in other people’s territories.
[Strofa 6 (Guè, Paky)]
Guè compares his flow to powerful imagery, saying it’s like breaking bones, and references iconic works like *Dune*. He mentions he can be diplomatic but threatens violence if disrespected. Comparing himself to a superhero, he claims not to be just a rapper but something more powerful. While mocking other rappers’ flashy accessories, Guè points out that they don’t achieve the same success, like selling out arenas. He continues with more violent imagery, using the Glock as a symbol of real danger, and exposes fake people. The verse suggests confidence in his authenticity and superiority over others in the industry.
[Strofa 7 (Paky)]
Paky opens by talking about his success in 2024, signing new contracts but still being tied to his rough neighborhood, Rozzano. He explains how he operates under the radar, buying properties under other people’s names due to his illicit lifestyle. Paky is involved in drug dealing and warns that if someone doesn’t pay for crack, they’ll face serious consequences. He references *Gomorra* for its brutal depictions of crime. Paky then comments on gangster rap and claims to teach others how it’s done. He boasts about his past, even selling to the devil himself, and highlights how violence is now carried out with guns, not fists.
[Strofa 8 (Nerissima Serpe)]
Nerissima Serpe describes his tiredness and connection with darkness, comparing his eye bags to a panda’s and feeling haunted by the devil. He is trapped in a metaphorical amber, while being closely tied to the streets and drug culture, represented by the angels on drügs. The imagery of rain being lava shows the intensity and danger of the environment.
[Strofa 9 (Papa V)]
Papa V’s verse is short but vivid. He compares his flow to a Ferrari, emphasizing his speed and strength. He mentions hiding drügs in his underwear and reflects on his life at home with two women, symbolizing his wild lifestyle. Papa V contrasts his tough street image with his actions in the streets, where he handles business.
[Strofa 10 (Nerissima Serpe)]
In this verse, Nerissima Serpe depicts a gritty, dangerous scene involving drug smuggling. He describes a woman swallowing drug capsules for trafficking and how things are tense in their world. His face turns blue, either from the drügs or the stress, and there’s a need for quick medical intervention, referencing the “happy surgeon.” His lifestyle is full of danger and chaos.
[Strofa 11 (Papa V)]
Papa V talks about dressing like a successful man and strolling through Milan’s Piazza Duomo with 50,000 euros on him but no watch on his wrist. He feels like he’s reached a point where he can do anything. He challenges those who snort drügs and lose control, saying it’s normal that they would feel scared and out of control, almost mocking their weakness.
[Outro]
The outro reinforces the theme of chaos, danger, and pressure. The speaker curses and calls the streets a “container” that’s ready to burst under pressure. Skinny’s return is announced, bringing a new era for 2024-2025. It ends with a warning that the streets are getting heated and unpredictable, signaling more intense times ahead.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung CNTNRS song?
A. CNTNRS song is sung by Night Skinny.
Q. Who wrote CNTNRS lyrics?
A. CNTNRS lyrics are penned by Night Skinny.
Q. Who has given the music of CNTNRS song?
A. CNTNRS music is composed and produced by Night Skinny.
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