Текст и перевод песни A'typisk feat. Branco - Pengeseddel

Pengeseddel

Yeah, jaer brormand
Fyld lige et fucking glas op til mig, brormand
Jeg har noget på hjerte, forstår du, brormand?
Sådan et har vi ogs'
Yeah, hey, jaja
Sådan et har vi fucking ogs', hører du?

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' den pen bløde
Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel
Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?
Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet
Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' den pen bløde
Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel
Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?
Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Sahbe, jeg var fra den, siden jeg fyldte tretten
Mama trillede tårer, mens jeg sad i retten
Og rappere snakker til mig, som om jeg sku' føle dem
Havde en Glock-17, før jeg fyldt' sytten
Og før jeg fyldten femten, havde de første hundred
Og ældre plejede at snak', og jeg svarer "laver du noget?"
Og manden som nu mangler, er kun [?] skal brug' noget
Du vælger selv, om du vil sælge eller sug' noget
Du vælger selv, men husk nu, at der' konsekvenser
Så mang' ting i mit liv, jeg ville ønske, jeg ku' ændre
Havde aldrig dannet de der første hundrede gram
For vi blev afhængige af pengene med det sam'

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' den pen bløde
Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel
Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?
Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet
Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' den pen bløde
Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel
Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?
Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Har du prøvet at få et løb presset mod panden
Der' homies på blokken, der har mistet forstanden
Det' gadelivet, homie, sådan ligger landet
Peng' er blevet tykker' end blod, det' fucked, men det andet
Når det varme tider, vi' pakket med en Glock-30 bag rattet
Alle de penge vi har på os, kan ikk' holdes i banken
Fordobler lortet, bli'r bare ved, stå i vejen og bli' lagt ned
På den asfalt eller et tavst sted, nu 'der tavshed, ved dit gravsted
Jaja, det' ikk' noget problem for dem, der' bag tremmer
De tog deres straf med et smil foran dommeren
Nogle har siddet fjorten år til næste orlov
Nogle skal sidde fjorten år, de fik dom i forgårs

Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' den pen bløde
Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel
Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?
Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet
Det' ikk' så tit, jeg la' den pen bløde
Jeg har knoklet hele livet for den fucking pengeseddel, pengeseddel
Og hvor vi ender, brormand, hvem ved?
Jeg ku' gi' dig otte bars, som ga' mig otte i fængslet, fængslet

Banknote

Yeah, my man
Fill up a fucking glass for me, bro
I have something on my mind, you understand, bro?
We also have one
Yeah, hey, yeah
We also have one fucking, you hear?

It's not that often I let the pen bleed
I've been working my whole life for this fucking banknote, banknote
And where we end up, bro, who knows?
I could give you eight bars that gave me eight in prison, prison
It's not that often I let the pen bleed
I've been working my whole life for this fucking banknote, banknote
And where we end up, bro, who knows?
I could give you eight bars that gave me eight in prison, prison

Sahbe, I was from that, since I turned thirteen
Mama was rolling tears, while I was sitting in court
And rappers talk to me, like I should feel them
Had a Glock-17, before I turned seventeen
And before I turned fifteen, I had the first hundred
And older people used to talk, and I answer "are you doing something?"
And the man who is now missing, is only [?] needs something
You choose for yourself, whether you want to sell or suck something
You choose for yourself, but remember now, that there are consequences
So many things in my life, I wish I could change
Never formed those first hundred grams
Because we became addicted to the money with that same

It's not that often I let the pen bleed
I've been working my whole life for this fucking banknote, banknote
And where we end up, bro, who knows?
I could give you eight bars that gave me eight in prison, prison
It's not that often I let the pen bleed
I've been working my whole life for this fucking banknote, banknote
And where we end up, bro, who knows?
I could give you eight bars that gave me eight in prison, prison

Have you ever tried to get a run pressed against your forehead
There are homies on the block who have lost their minds
It's the street life, homie, that's how the land lies
Money has become thicker than blood, it's fucked, but the other
When it's hot times, we're packed with a Glock-30 behind the wheel
All the money we have on us, can't be kept in the bank
Double the shit, just keep going, get in the way and get put down
On that asphalt or a silent place, now 'there's silence, at your grave
Yeah, it's no problem for those who are behind bars
They took their punishment with a smile in front of the judge
Some have been sitting fourteen years to the next leave
Some have to sit fourteen years, they got a sentence the day before yesterday

It's not that often I let the pen bleed
I've been working my whole life for this fucking banknote, banknote
And where we end up, bro, who knows?
I could give you eight bars that gave me eight in prison, prison
It's not that often I let the pen bleed
I've been working my whole life for this fucking banknote, banknote
And where we end up, bro, who knows?
I could give you eight bars that gave me eight in prison, prison