Lyrics and translation MellemFingaMuzik - Hælder Op

Hælder Op

Shabe de peng' gør en klog mand dum
De allesammen helt blæst men pengene er grunden
De kaster sedler okeeeeee
Vi stabler sedler okeeeeee
Sahbe de penge gør en klog mand dum
Vi allesammen helt blæst men pengene er grunden
De kaster sedler okeeee
Vi stabler sedler okeeee
Sahbe de hælder op, vi hælder i
Molotov suger hennesy
Studie tid som vores alebi
Gadeplan til vi alle er rig'
Studie tid som vores ali ali
Uafhængig, må ikke ende fattig
De snakker men hvad fuck kan de?
Ik leg med en wahsh mentali
Ik få dig drabt
Jeg ved godt at du snakker tomt
Lille bums får dig ramt
Det kun peeeeeeeeng'
Jeg var sej da i allesammen var bumser
Sej sej sej for dum sig
Bar for en kal eller bare for en skunk og
Kunne de ram' en skald eller lung for
Der så meget jeg skal og skal nå så
Er det dele dem op inde i poser
Skyde dem mens de psykoser
Jeg bare blæst i min egen verden
Jeg kender gaden ik
Bror meget af den
Mellemfinga for drengene så det på vegne af dem
Du snakker men vi åbner dine egen af dem
Kujoner er kjuoner af shaitan af dem
Systemet er problemet det shaitan af dem
Alle de dråber de har spildt, det kunne regne af dem
Alle de billeder af blod, de kune tegne af dem

Orker ikke at lave resten bror.
Ferraz er smuttet

Pouring Up

Money makes a wise man stupid
They're all fucked up but money is the reason
They throw money, oh yeah
We stack money, oh yeah
Bro, money makes a wise man stupid
We're all fucked up but money is the reason
They throw money, oh yeah
We stack money, oh yeah
Bro, we're pouring up, we're sipping
Molotov sips Hennessey
Study time as our alibi
Street life until we're all rich
Study time as our alibi, alibi
Independent, don't wanna end up broke
They talk, but what the fuck can they do?
I don't play with a weak mentality
I won't get you killed
I know you're just talking shit
Little punk, I'll hit you
It's only moneyyyyy
I was cool when you were all losers
Cool, cool, cool, so stupid
Just for a buzz or just for some weed, and
They would shoot someone in the head or lung, because
There's so much I have to do and accomplish, so
Is it dividing them into bags
Shooting them while they're tripping
I'm just high in my own world
I don't know the streets
Bro, a lot of it
Middle finger for the boys, so I'm repping for them
You talk, but we open your own
Cowards are cowards, from the devil himself
The system is the problem, it's from the devil
All the blood they've spilled, it could rain
All the pictures of blood, they could draw

Can't be bothered to do the rest, bro.
Ferraz has disappeared