Текст и перевод песни Capital Bra feat. Olexesh - Lass mal diese

Lass mal diese

Bratan, ja
Schufa mufa, lass mal diese
Schufa mufa, mufa, ja
Brraa-rraa, Brraa-rraa
Ja, komm, komm, Bra, lass mal
Schufa mufa, ja
Ja, Bra, ja, ja, Bra, komm, komm
Schufa mufa, gelbe Briefe, lass ma' diese (lass ma', lass ma')
Du willst Kombi holen, du hast Krise? Lass ma' diese (lass ma')
Ich guck' direkt Mercedes, was Mobile, lass ma' diese (lass ma', Bra)
Ich will ficken, du willst Liebe, ah, lass ma' diese (brraa)
Schufa mufa, gelbe Briefe, lass ma' diese (lass ma', lass ma')
Du willst Kombi holen, du hast Krise? Lass ma' diese (lass ma', Bra)
Ich guck' direkt Mercedes, was Mobile, lass ma' diese (lass ma' diese)
Ich will ficken, du willst Liebe, ah, lass ma' diese
Sitz' vor Gericht mit mein'n Kameraden (uff)
Der Richter erzählt was von Paragrafen (ah)
Der Anwalt, er sagt, ich hab' gute Karten
Die Zeugen, die zittern wie Klapperschlangen (bra)
Tili, Pilli, Bra, auf leeren Magen (ja)
Neuner-Milli, ja, sie ist geladen (ja)
Alle ficken, stell mir keine Fragen
Platzt der Gummi, ja, dann platzt der Kragen (brraa)
Ich geb' Kickdown, der Rest macht schlapp
Ich hab' Flex parat im S8 matt (uff)
Schüsse fallen wie im Western-Club
Hinter mir die Kripos im Sechs-Passat (ah)
Gib mir 'ne Nacht, ich mach' fünf Bretter (ja)
Bra, kein Problem, hol mir fünf Rapper (komm)
Fünf Schüsse, fünf Treffer
Fress' alle auf, Bratan, mhm, lecker!
Zücke die Colt (ja)
Zünde die Marlboro Gold (bra)
Alle meine Platten sind Gold (alle)
Para, Fame, Erfolg
Ja, Bra, es geht um Para
Mercedes Benz siyara (rmm)
Marlboro-Cigarra (uff)
Flüssig Darbi Stada (da da da)
Ticker, die mit Packets wegrennen
Bleikugeln, die dein'n Head treffen (bamm, bamm)
Bretter' mit 300 im McLaren
Lass' das Haze brennen, das ist Haze Lemon (uff)
Bunker' die Packets im Bunker (uff)
Ich fick' Bitches, du holst dir ein'n runter (ja, ja)
Ja, Kolleg, ja, ich fick' Mutter (ja)
Die Bitch hat was drauf, aber nix drunter (bra)
Schufa mufa, gelbe Briefe, lass ma' diese (lass ma', lass ma')
Du willst Kombi holen, du hast Krise? Lass ma' diese (lass ma')
Ich guck' direkt Mercedes, was Mobile, lass ma' diese (lass ma', Bra)
Ich will ficken, du willst Liebe, ah, lass ma' diese (brraa)
Schufa mufa, gelbe Briefe, lass ma' diese (lass ma', lass ma')
Du willst Kombi holen, du hast Krise? Lass ma' diese (lass ma', Bra)
Ich guck' direkt Mercedes, was Mobile, lass ma' diese (lass ma' diese)
Ich will ficken, du willst Liebe, ah, lass ma' diese
Die Nacht ist dunkel (ja)
Sie fordert mein Portemonnaie, rein in die Spielbank (uh)
Wechsel' 'nen Fuffi, gehst dopt auf Sativa
Vom Loser zum Player, dicke Patte durch Lieder
Erkennst du mich wieder? Der Bruder vom Block, Mann
Und Velpas sieht nie was, mit schieben die Kiffer
Ich lass' mir was liefern, am besten im Siebener
Drück viermal die Vier, ich will jetzt Hundert, Digga
Ein Blick aus dem Lambo, zu krass, Bro
Schäm dich, weil niemand dreht den Bass hoch
Wenn einer meiner Jungs dir im Park droht
Erkennst du ihn an seinem Barcode
Erst Drogen, dann Ziele, mein Kies, Mann
Jungs druff, schieben den Kiff, ja, man weiß, ja
Niemand verfolgt von Kripa
Sing meine Lieder, gestern ein Niemand, ja
Ich lieb' die Nacht, sie siegt, sie ist so schön dunkel
Bin erst eben aufgewacht, ich lass' die Junkies unten
Wir geben Gas, komm, ich pray' für dich 'ne Runde, Kumpel
Bring's auf den Markt, cy-cy-cyka, Drücker, fress die Kugel
Ey, mach mir 'nen Kurzen voll, ja
Hinterlass' mir 'n paar Dicke dort, ja
Gestern im Booth geboren, ey
Bretter nochmal von vorn, ey
Ey, mach mir 'nen Kurzen voll, ja
Hinterlass' mir 'n paar Dicke dort, ja
Gestern im Booth geboren, ey
Bretter nochmal von vorn, ey
Schufa mufa, gelbe Briefe, lass ma' diese (lass ma', lass ma')
Du willst Kombi holen, du hast Krise? Lass ma' diese (lass ma')
Ich guck' direkt Mercedes, was Mobile, lass ma' diese (lass ma', Bra)
Ich will ficken, du willst Liebe, ah, lass ma' diese (brraa)
Schufa mufa, gelbe Briefe, lass ma' diese (lass ma', lass ma')
Du willst Kombi holen, du hast Krise? Lass ma' diese (lass ma', Bra)
Ich guck' direkt Mercedes, was Mobile, lass ma' diese (lass ma' diese)
Ich will ficken, du willst Liebe, ah, lass ma' diese

Let's Leave This Behind

Bro, yeah
Credit score drama, let's leave this behind
Credit score drama, drama, yeah
Brraa-rraa, Brraa-rraa
Yeah, come on, come on, Bra, let's go
Credit score drama, yeah
Yeah, Bra, yeah, yeah, Bra, come on, come on
Credit score drama, yellow letters, let's leave them behind (let's go, let's go)
You wanna get a station wagon, you're in a crisis? Let's leave this behind (let's go)
I'm checking out Mercedes straight up, what's on Mobile, let's leave this behind (let's go, Bra)
I wanna fuck, you want love, ah, let's leave this behind (brraa)
Credit score drama, yellow letters, let's leave them behind (let's go, let's go)
You wanna get a station wagon, you're in a crisis? Let's leave this behind (let's go, Bra)
I'm checking out Mercedes straight up, what's on Mobile, let's leave this behind (let's leave this behind)
I wanna fuck, you want love, ah, let's leave this behind
Sitting in court with my comrades (uff)
The judge is talking about paragraphs (ah)
The lawyer says I have good cards
The witnesses are shaking like rattlesnakes (bra)
Tili, Pilli, Bra, on an empty stomach (yeah)
Nine-milli, yeah, it's loaded (yeah)
Everyone's fucking, don't ask me questions
If the rubber bursts, yeah, then the collar bursts (brraa)
I'm giving it kickdown, the rest are lagging
I've got flex ready in the matte S8 (uff)
Shots are falling like in a Western club
Behind me, the detectives in a six-Passat (ah)
Give me a night, I'll do five boards (yeah)
Bra, no problem, get me five rappers (come on)
Five shots, five hits
I'm eating everyone up, bro, mhm, delicious!
Pull out the Colt (yeah)
Light the Marlboro Gold (bra)
All my records are gold (all)
Money, fame, success
Yeah, Bra, it's about the money
Mercedes Benz siyara (rmm)
Marlboro cigar (uff)
Liquid Darbi Stada (da da da)
Ticker running away with packages
Lead bullets hitting your head (bamm, bamm)
Boards at 300 in the McLaren
Let the haze burn, this is Haze Lemon (uff)
Bunkering the packages in the bunker (uff)
I'm fucking bitches, you're jerking off (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, buddy, yeah, I'm fucking mothers (yeah)
The bitch has something on, but nothing underneath (bra)
Credit score drama, yellow letters, let's leave them behind (let's go, let's go)
You wanna get a station wagon, you're in a crisis? Let's leave this behind (let's go)
I'm checking out Mercedes straight up, what's on Mobile, let's leave this behind (let's go, Bra)
I wanna fuck, you want love, ah, let's leave this behind (brraa)
Credit score drama, yellow letters, let's leave them behind (let's go, let's go)
You wanna get a station wagon, you're in a crisis? Let's leave this behind (let's go, Bra)
I'm checking out Mercedes straight up, what's on Mobile, let's leave this behind (let's leave this behind)
I wanna fuck, you want love, ah, let's leave this behind
The night is dark (yeah)
It demands my wallet, into the casino (uh)
Change a fifty, get high on Sativa
From loser to player, fat stacks through songs
Do you recognize me? The brother from the block, man
And Velpas never see anything, the stoners push with them
I'll have something delivered, preferably in a seven
Press the four four times, I want a hundred now, dude
A look from the Lambo, too crazy, bro
Shame on you because nobody turns up the bass
If one of my boys threatens you in the park
You'll recognize him by his barcode
First drugs, then goals, my gravel, man
Boys high, pushing the weed, yeah, you know, yeah
Nobody being chased by the cops
Sing my songs, yesterday a nobody, yeah
I love the night, it wins, it's so beautifully dark
Just woke up, I'll leave the junkies downstairs
We're giving it gas, come on, I'll pray a lap for you, buddy
Bring it to the market, cy-cy-cyka, pusher, eat the bullet
Hey, make me a short full, yeah
Leave me a few fat ones there, yeah
Born in the booth yesterday, hey
Boards again from the beginning, hey
Hey, make me a short full, yeah
Leave me a few fat ones there, yeah
Born in the booth yesterday, hey
Boards again from the beginning, hey
Credit score drama, yellow letters, let's leave them behind (let's go, let's go)
You wanna get a station wagon, you're in a crisis? Let's leave this behind (let's go)
I'm checking out Mercedes straight up, what's on Mobile, let's leave this behind (let's go, Bra)
I wanna fuck, you want love, ah, let's leave this behind (brraa)
Credit score drama, yellow letters, let's leave them behind (let's go, let's go)
You wanna get a station wagon, you're in a crisis? Let's leave this behind (let's go, Bra)
I'm checking out Mercedes straight up, what's on Mobile, let's leave this behind (let's leave this behind)
I wanna fuck, you want love, ah, let's leave this behind