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点击复制Grimy alleys, shadows dance with stacks,
Saints guard the corners, pizza smell distracts.
Dons talk in whispers, crickets play the tracks,
Motorbikes zip through, screamin' tire tracts.
Gold chains swingin', Armani suits tight,
Capo in the club, chandelier's bold light.
Mamma's on the phone, tellin' me to fight,
With lasagna in the oven, claimin' mafia might.
Napoli nights, where the wolves creep,
Dough in the safe, secrets run deep.
Crime scenes get clean, loyalty's steep,
Guns under pillows, hustle while you sleep.
Vespas jukin' corners, pistols tucked in jeans,
Gelato in my hand, scope for a scene.
Street vendin' cannolis, shouts routine,
Shootouts hit headlines, war all unseen.
In the old churches, stained glass gleam,
Confessin' sins whispered, blood runs in streams.
Ghosts of the past schemes, villains in dreams,
Crooked cops smilin', nothin' as it seems.
Kilos in the basement, rumor mills churn,
Cozzies call it business, fortunes they earn.
Wine flows freely, candles forever burn,
Family's honor first, their rules I learn.