Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Manege frei , by - Monet192. Release date: 25.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: German
Manege frei(original) |
| Sie will den Beamer, Benz, 'nen Bentley, fahre jetzt nach Cali |
| Ich will diesen Scheiß erleben, live wie Machiavelli |
| Du Spast bist kein Thug, Motherfuck ich geb 'nen Fuck |
| Tu' nie so als wärst verwickelt in den Gang Krieg dieser Bloods, ah |
| Saint City, meine Stadt Ghetto Melodien |
| Hier wirst du trocken gefickt, benutze kein Vaseline |
| Put this bitch down, wie meine Jalousien |
| Ass bounced und bisschen Kokain |
| In meinem Ghetto hörst du Tote sing’n |
| Eh ja, na-na, eh jaa |
| Menschen sterben und das ohne Sinn |
| Eh ja, na-na, eh jaa |
| In meinem Ghetto hörst du Tote sing’n |
| Eh ja, na-na, eh jaa |
| Keine Ahnung was der Tod uns bringt |
| Eh ja, na-na, eh jaa |
| Manege frei für die fake Asses |
| Ihr seid alle nich' mehr real, sogar eure Wimpern sind Fake Lashes |
| Du sprichst über Themen obwohl du keine Ahnung hast |
| Search for an exit, Kamikaze it’s not safe Rabbit |
| Muss nicht mehr machen, was Leute mir sagen |
| Denn ich geh' meinen eigenen Weg |
| Stapel die Patte bis es nich' mehr geht |
| Sie meinen ich würd' mich unangemessen benehm' |
| Hörst du was uns die Toten sing’n? |
| Siehst du was uns die Toten bring’n? |
| In meinem Ghetto hörst du Tote sing’n |
| Eh ja, na-na, eh jaa |
| Keine Ahnung was der Tod uns bringt |
| Eh ja, na-na, eh jaa |
| Was soll ich tun denn ich habe keine Wahl? |
| Bleibe stark, für die Brüder, bleib loyal |
| Bitte Gott, bitte hilf uns durch die Qual |
| Der Verräter saß im letzten Abendmahl |
| Digger, sie wollen die Payments |
| Meinen sie wären so famous |
| Chille jetzt nur noch mit den Jungs |
| Ja, denn die Leute sie kennen mein' Statement |
| Ja, sie meinen hast du alles, bist du dann der King |
| Doch der Fame und das Geld macht dich blind |
| In meinem Ghetto hörst du Tote sing’n |
| Eh ja, na-na, eh jaa |
| Keine Ahnung was der Tod uns bringt |
| Eh ja, na-na, eh jaa |
| Ey, oh Lord, oh Lord, bete für die Bros |
| Hoffe ihn’n geht’s gut, nobody knows |
| Oh Lord, oh Lord, bete für die Bros |
| Hoffe ihn’n geht’s gut, no Spirit, no Ghost |
| (translation) |
| She wants the projector, Benz, a Bentley, I'm going to Cali now |
| I want to experience this shit, live like Machiavelli |
| You spat are not a thug, motherfuck I give a fuck |
| Don't ever pretend to be involved in this bloods gang war, ah |
| Saint City, my city ghetto tunes |
| You'll get fucked dry here, don't use Vaseline |
| Put this bitch down like my blinds |
| Ass bounced and some cocaine |
| In my ghetto you hear dead people singing |
| Eh yeah, na-na, eh yeaha |
| People are dying for no reason |
| Eh yeah, na-na, eh yeaha |
| In my ghetto you hear dead people singing |
| Eh yeah, na-na, eh yeaha |
| I have no idea what death brings us |
| Eh yeah, na-na, eh yeaha |
| Clear the ring for the fake asses |
| You are all no longer real, even your eyelashes are fake lashes |
| You talk about topics even though you have no idea |
| Search for an exit, Kamikaze it's not safe Rabbit |
| Don't have to do what people tell me anymore |
| Because I go my own way |
| Stack the flap until it's no longer possible |
| They think I behave inappropriately |
| Do you hear what the dead sing to us? |
| Do you see what the dead bring us? |
| In my ghetto you hear dead people singing |
| Eh yeah, na-na, eh yeaha |
| I have no idea what death brings us |
| Eh yeah, na-na, eh yeaha |
| What should I do because I have no choice? |
| Stay strong for the brothers, stay loyal |
| Please God please help us through the agony |
| The traitor sat at the last supper |
| Digger, they want the payments |
| Think they were so famous |
| Just chilling with the boys now |
| Yes, because the people know my statement |
| Yes, they mean if you have everything, then you are the king |
| But fame and money blind you |
| In my ghetto you hear dead people singing |
| Eh yeah, na-na, eh yeaha |
| I have no idea what death brings us |
| Eh yeah, na-na, eh yeaha |
| Hey oh lord oh lord pray for the bros |
| I hope they're fine, nobody knows |
| Oh Lord, oh Lord, pray for the Bros |
| Hope they're fine, no Spirit, no Ghost |