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- Sfera Ebbasta - 15 Piani
- Pachanta - Self Control

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15 PIANI X SELF CONTROL

15 PIANI X SELF CONTROL - DJ ALPY

Remix di:
Rose Villain - Click Boom

Prodotto e mixato da MARZAK & DJ ALPY.

Link Download: hypeddit.com/x1k918

CLICK BOOM REMIX

CLICK BOOM - DJ ALPY & MARZAK REMIX - CUTTED FOR COPYRIGHT

💀OK.. consider it a sort of crazy bonus track, just to wish you a Happy Halloween! At the end of the track, you can hear some nonsensical stuff in Italian! Including the guitarist’s “ciao” (which we don’t think needs translating! Plus, it’s repeated several times😱), the drummer’s "la vampira pazza“ ("the crazy vampire”) and "sta suonando il violino“ ("she’s playing the violin”), and the singer’s "che cosa fai?" (“what are you doing?”), referring to the guitarist who was scraping the guitar strings with the microphone, producing a rather irritating sound!!🤬
What else is there to say? Nothing... if you survive listening to this stuff... Happy Halloween!!😅😜👻🫶🎃

Happy Halloween From Beating Edge

Immerse yourself in the timeless allure of Italian music with Italo Groove.

Parthenope Discoteca - ItaloDisco - Italian Mix - 01

Inspirée par les couchers de soleil sur la plage et les nuits étoilées, cette chanson célèbre l’amour, la liberté et la douceur de vivre. Le refrain mélangeant français et italien, vous invite à chanter et danser ! Fermez les yeux, sentez la brise chaude et laissez-vous porter…

Sei bella, sei pazza

🔥 SABRINA – The Forbidden Fever 🔥
(Chillwave · Italian Soul · Fever Dreams)

Mama warned me. 🧿
She said: “Ragazzo… don’t play with fire!”
But what do you do when the fire wears red lipstick, smells like danger, and whispers your name at 2:17 AM on a neon-soaked dance floor? 🌙✨

This track is a slow-burn fever — silky chillwave synths, Italian soul vocals, and a groove that slides under your skin like forbidden summer nights.
Sabrina isn’t just a name. It’s a lifestyle. A problem. A religion. 🔥

🎧 Best enjoyed with:
– Flickering city lights outside your window
– An unbuttoned linen shirt
– A glass of dangerously sweet wine
– The quiet fear of Mama finding out

💔 Side effects may include:
✓ Sudden sweating
✓ Uncontrollable na-na-na-ing
✓ Googling “how to survive dangerous delights”

Press play. Let Sabrina burn you slowly.

Lyrics:

Mama said… ragazzo, don’t play with fire…
But fire never danced so sweet…

Fire in her eyes, fever in the air
Body like a rhythm, danger everywhere
Mama tried to warn me, “don’t you cross that line”
But Sabrina’s touch is sweeter than the wine

Heat rising — higher, higher
Every move — desire, desire
Fingers burning, lips on flame
Still I whisper out her name

Sabrina (na-na-na) — queen of the night
Sabrina (mmm-hmm) — dangerous delight
Sabrina (oh-oh-oh) — poison and fire
Sabrina (na-na-na) — take me higher, higher, higher

Body on the floor, shadows start to bend
Every beat she gives me, drives me to the end
Mama said, “Ragazzo, she will make you fall”
But the rhythm of Sabrina — owns it all

Heat rising — higher, higher
Every move — desire, desire
Fingers burning, lips on flame
Still I whisper out her name

“Mmm… la-la… Sabrina…”
Mama, forgive me…
This fire, I cannot escape.

Sabrina (na-na-na) — queen of the night
Sabrina (mmm-hmm) — dangerous delight
Sabrina (oh-oh-oh) — poison and fire
Sabrina (na-na-na) — take me higher, higher, higher

Sabrina

Buckle up, ragazzi — this isn’t just a track, it’s a late-night road trip on steroids. 🚗💨
A glittering dance anthem powered by funky basslines, shimmering synths, and velvet grooves, where asphalt meets adrenaline and every corner smells like espresso and summer heat.

At the center of it all? Sabrina. 🌶️
One dangerously hot girl who can make a red Ferrari look shy. Every night she turns into pure electricity, and this track captures her vibe: wild, free, and just a little bit illegal.

Delivered with a soulful male vocal dipped in a smooth Italian accent (think espresso, not cappuccino), the song blends passion, swagger, and playful charm into a ride you never want to end.

Perfect for:
✨ Rooftop sessions under neon skies
🪩 Sweaty late-night club magic
🌊 Coastal drives where the road kisses the ocean
💃 Anywhere a disco ball spins and someone whispers “ancora…”

Fasten your seatbelt, turn up the volume — and let’s ride. 🛣️🔥

Lyrics:

Sunrise calls, the engines glow
Golden roads where warm winds blow
Every mile just sets me free
La vita dolce waits for me

Turn by turn, the coast in sight
Rolling faster, pure delight
Heartbeat racing, hands so lean
The road becomes a silver dream

Autostrada… oh Autostrada…
You light my soul, strada dorata
Autostrada… bella strada…
Dolce la vita, via beata

Heat is rising, tyres sing
Agip petrol, summer fling
Espressino on the way
Life’s a film on this highway

Costa bella… vento mio…
Follow sun where oceans flow
Dolce vita… luce chiara…
Ride forever, stella rara

Autostrada… oh Autostrada…
You light my soul, strada dorata
Autostrada… bella strada…
Dolce la vita, via beata

Autostrada

Saturday. Italy. Existential laziness. 🇮🇹

A chillwave track in Italian for everyone trapped between the desire to live and the need to stay horizontal.

It’s sabato mattina, the coffee’s already cold, clothes are colonizing the floor, and the bed has achieved full gravitational dominance. Outside, life happens. Inside, I’m negotiating peace treaties with dust particles. ✌️

This is music for the professional procrastinators, the “domani, giuro” specialists, and everyone who knows the war between cuore (“stay”) and testa (“go”)… but somehow ends up staying anyway.

🎧 Best enjoyed while:

Holding a cold espresso you swear you’ll reheat later ☕

Staring at the laundry mountain 🏔️

Pretending you’re “just resting your eyes” 😴

Feeling like the main character in your own slow Italian movie 🎬

Put on your headphones. Light a candle. Accept the chaos.
Il disordine è poesia. 🌿

Lyrics:

Sabato mattina, caffè già freddo
La luce entra piano, ma io non mi muovo
Vestiti sparsi, piatti da lavare
Il mio piccolo regno sta per crollare

Il silenzio parla, mi chiede perché
La polvere balla come dentro di me
Tra questo caos e la mia virtù
Volevo vivere… ma resto giù

E lo so, lo so, dovrei alzarmi
Ma il letto mi tiene qui
Bloccato dentro un giro infinito
Tra la polvere e i miei “sì”

Oh, mi perdo nella domenica blu
I muri sussurrano: *"Hai qualcosa da fare…" *
Ma il cuore dice "resta", la testa "vai"
Io resto qui, tra la polvere e noi

Bicchieri vuoti, una sedia che scricchiola
Tutto mi guarda, la stanza mi sfida
Scorro lo schermo, il tempo va
Forse il disordine sparirà

Accendo una candela
Fingo che vada via
Se chiudo gli occhi un po’ più forte
Forse nessuno vedrà bugia

Oh, mi perdo nella domenica blu
I muri gridano: *"Hai qualcosa da fare…" *
Ma il cuore dice "resta", la testa "vai"
Io resto qui, tra la polvere e noi

Tra Polvere e Domenica

🌴 Sun-kissed coastlines, hungry hearts, and forbidden parking spots… 🇮🇹🚗✨

This dreamy Chillwave × French House track blends lush pads, soft-filtered synths, groovy basslines, and playful Italian-accented female vocals into a hypnotic late-afternoon vibe. It’s the story of a young German girl on holiday in Italy — sunglasses on, dolce vita dreams alive — but there’s one problem: every single parking space says “SOLO PER CLIENTI.” 😱🍕

Warm disco-inspired beats, mellow chords, and airy vocal chops set the scene as she cruises along the Mediterranean coast, torn between hunger, frustration, and summer love. Think: Italian sunsets × endless Aperol vibes × parking nightmares.

If you’ve ever been hangry in paradise, this track’s for you. Put on your headphones, close your eyes, and let’s drive under the hot Italian sun…

Warning: Listening may cause spontaneous pasta cravings and emotional tiramisu flashbacks. 🇮🇹❤️

🎧 Perfect for:
☀️ Road trips with no parking
🍹 Golden-hour beach walks
🚗 Singing “SOLO PER CLIENTI” at full volume
🌊 Dreaming of summer even when it’s raining

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (Chillwave Version)

🍕 “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — the unofficial Italian summer anthem nobody asked for… but everybody needs. 🇮🇹🚗☀️

Imagine this: a tiny German car, endless winding coastal roads, the smell of fresh lasagna in the summer air… and zero parking. Every single sign screams “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — and our poor heroine? She just wants pizza, mamma mia! 🍝

This French House groove blends soulful male vocals (with a gloriously strong Italian accent), filtered disco synths, deep sidechained basslines, and sun-kissed beats into the ultimate late-afternoon soundtrack. It's smooth, it’s groovy, and it comes with a hint of tiramisu-fueled desperation.

If you’ve ever been hangry on holiday, trapped between Aperol dreams and parking nightmares, this one’s for you. Close your eyes, turn up the volume, and drive straight into Mediterranean chaos.

Warning: This track may cause
🍕 Sudden pizza cravings
🥂 Aperol spritz nostalgia
🚗 Spontaneous shouts of “SOLO PER CLIENTI!”

Perfect for:
🌴 Golden-hour beach drives
🍹 Late-summer balcony parties
🎧 Dancing barefoot with pasta in hand
🇮🇹 Pretending you’re Italian even if you’re not

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (French House Version)

Eugenio Amalfi, auteur-compositeur et photographe est né à Toulouse. Puisant son inspiration dans ses origines occitanes et méditerranéennes,  il compose des chansons dans lesquelles il fait résonner des sonorités poétiques, tissant un lien intime entre ses racines et son univers artistique. Son regard de photographe complète cette quête d’esthétisme et d’histoire, capturant l’âme des paysages et des instants fugaces.

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