Текст и перевод песни Alpa Gun feat. Sami 51 - Made in Türkiye

Made in Türkiye

Sie machen Politik, weil ich Türke bin, ja
Egal, ob Kurde oder Arab, wir sind Viertelkinder
Ich grüße alle meine Jungs, wir sind harbi
Alle meine Homies, von Ankara bis Mardin
Ihr macht Party, während mich die Bull'n jagen
Ich bin im Schusswechsel, ziel' auf jeden Bullenwagen
Ich bin Straße, genau wie meine Walther-P
Jetzt wollen sie wissen, was für Sachen dieser Alpa dreht
In meiner Gun hab' ich immer 'ne Mermi drin
Immer am Tekti, jeder Zeit bereit für eure Filme
Ich zähl' die Batzen, Caney, auch wenn ich dertli bin
Ihr zählt die Takte, doch für euch brauch' ich nur eine Silbe
Scheiß auf deine Königskette
Sie lieben es, so wie ich bin und feiern es, wenn ich mal eine Line auf türkisch rappe
Bizi çekemiyorlar Caney türk diye
Doch Alpa Gun ist echt, made in Türkiye
Made in Türkiye, made in Türkiye
Wir sind Kanacken
Caneys oder black Kafas
Bizi çekemiyorlar Caney türk diye
Made in Türkiye
Made in Türkiye, made in Türkiye
Fünf eins, O.N., Ghettospalast
Bizi çekemiyorlar Caney türk diye (türk diye, türk diye)
Made in Türkiye
Europa, Vaters Traum ist geplatzt
2016 kommt der Sohn aus dem Knast
Ilahis auf Mevlüt
Push' die Mucke bis irgendwann meine Familie Geld küsst
Aggressionen wegen Haze auf Türkis
Alpa Gun, Sami, made in Türkiye
Stell nicht in Frage, wie Assi ich bin
Imperators Sel Marke á Fatih Terim
Kontrolle geht Verloren, die Lage, sie spinnt
Gib ihm Batak-Runde, ich geh' auch bei Karten auf King
Bol Chance, Bruder, ja, hero mero
Yani Sama Männer sind vor Richter auf Belo-Belo
Verrückte Welt, wir leben schnell
Besitzen manchmal nur Esel, aber lenken Mercedes Benz
Wenn die Schminke abgeht, siehst du Vieles
Köln-Berliner sahbi, pure Realness
Made in Türkiye, made in Türkiye
Wir sind Kanacken
Caneys oder black Kafas
Bizi çekemiyorlar Caney türk diye
Made in Türkiye
Made in Türkiye, made in Türkiye
Fünf eins, O.N., Ghettospalast
Bizi çekemiyorlar Caney türk diye (türk diye, türk diye)
Made in Türkiye
Alpa Gun ist back, ich bin bereit, Genjo
Sitze im Benz, verteile Schüsse wie John Rambo
Fick mal Death Row, ich lebe auf 'nem Schlachtfeld
Gun in der Hose, geh' da raus und mache nachts Geld
Für uns beginnt der Tag erst um null Uhr
Das Auto mit dem Stern-Logo, meine Kultur
Wir tragen Joop, Porn, Boss oder Skulptur
Morgen bei Madam Tussauds meiner Skulptur
Mörder, Mörder, Suge Knight, yanımda bok yemiş
Ein paar Schüsse und danach ist auch dein Block fällig
Guck, wie mich die Cops jagen, doch ich bin undercover
Und bediene jeden Tag Kunden, die mich nach Ott fragen
Ich will keine Probs haben, boxe eure Pezevenks
So geht es weiter, bis mich jeder von der Presse kennt
Black Kafas in Aktion bis dein Hof brennt
Schöneberg 30, fünf eins, O.N.
Made in Türkiye, made in Türkiye
Wir sind Kanacken
Caneys oder black Kafas
Bizi çekemiyorlar Caney türk diye
Made in Türkiye
Made in Türkiye, made in Türkiye
Fünf eins, O.N., Ghettospalast
Bizi çekemiyorlar Caney türk diye (türk diye, türk diye)
Made in Türkiye

Made in Turkey

They play politics 'cause I'm Turkish, yeah
Doesn't matter if Kurd or Arab, we're hood kids
Shoutout to all my boys, we're real
All my homies, from Ankara to Mardin
You party while the cops chase me
I'm in a shootout, aiming at every cop car
I'm the streets, just like my Walther P
Now they wanna know what kind of stuff this Alpa's up to
Always got a bullet in my gun
Always on the block, ready for your movies anytime
I count the stacks, babe, even when I'm down
You count the bars, but for you, I only need one syllable
Screw your king's chain
They love me the way I am and celebrate when I rap a line in Turkish
They can't stand us, babe, because we're Turkish
But Alpa Gun is real, made in Turkey
Made in Turkey, made in Turkey
We're Kanaks
Baes or black heads
They can't stand us, babe, because we're Turkish
Made in Turkey
Made in Turkey, made in Turkey
Five one, O.N., Ghetto Palace
They can't stand us, babe, because we're Turkish (Turkish, Turkish)
Made in Turkey
Europe, father's dream is shattered
2016, the son comes out of jail
Prayers for Mevlüt
Pushing the music till my family kisses money someday
Aggressions because of haze on turquoise
Alpa Gun, Sami, made in Turkey
Don't question how thuggish I am
Emperor's Sel brand á la Fatih Terim
Control is lost, the situation's spinning
Deal me in for a Batak round, I go for king even in cards
Plenty of chances, brother, yeah, hero mero
Meaning Sama men are before the judge on Belo-Belo
Crazy world, we live fast
Sometimes only own donkeys but drive Mercedes Benz
When the makeup comes off, you see a lot
Cologne-Berlin homie, pure realness
Made in Turkey, made in Turkey
We're Kanaks
Baes or black heads
They can't stand us, babe, because we're Turkish
Made in Turkey
Made in Turkey, made in Turkey
Five one, O.N., Ghetto Palace
They can't stand us, babe, because we're Turkish (Turkish, Turkish)
Made in Turkey
Alpa Gun is back, I'm ready, girl
Sitting in the Benz, spraying bullets like John Rambo
Screw Death Row, I live on a battlefield
Gun in my pants, going out and making money at night
For us, the day starts at midnight
The car with the star logo, my culture
We wear Joop, Porn, Boss or Sculpture
Tomorrow at Madame Tussauds, my sculpture
Murderer, murderer, Suge Knight ate shit next to me
A few shots and then your block is due too
Look how the cops chase me, but I'm undercover
And serve customers every day who ask me for weed
I don't want no problems, I'll box your pimps
It goes on like this until everyone in the press knows me
Black heads in action till your yard burns
Schöneberg 30, five one, O.N.
Made in Turkey, made in Turkey
We're Kanaks
Baes or black heads
They can't stand us, babe, because we're Turkish
Made in Turkey
Made in Turkey, made in Turkey
Five one, O.N., Ghetto Palace
They can't stand us, babe, because we're Turkish (Turkish, Turkish)
Made in Turkey