Singen Ill Manors Karaoke - Plan B - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs Ill Manors im Stil von: Plan B

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Mit Hintergrund-Gesangsstimme (wahlweise in der KFN-Version)

In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: Eb-Moll

Veröffentlichung: 2012
Musikrichtungen: Rap & Hip-Hop, Elektro, Englisch
Songwriter: Ben Drew
Komponist: Vincent Graf Schlippenbach, David Conen, Pierre Baigorry
Original Songwriter: Alexander Shuckburgh, Dmitrij Shostakovich

Alle erhältlichen Titel sind Playbacks und keine Originalversionen.

Text Ill Manors

Let's all go on an urban safari
We might see some illegal migrants
Oiy look there's a chav that means council housed and violent
He's got a hoodie on give him a hug
On second thoughts don't you don't wanna get mugged
Oh shit too late that was kinda dumb
Whose idea was that stupid
He's got some front ain't we all
Be the joker play the fool
What's politics ain't it all smoke and mirrors
April fools
All year round all in all just another brick in the wall
Get away with murder in the schools
Use four letter swear words 'cos we're cool
We're all drinkers drug takers
Every single one of us buns the herb
Keep on believing what you read in the papers
Council estate kids scum of the earth
Think you know how life on a council estate is
From everything you've ever read about it or heard
Well it's all true so stay where you're safest
There's no need to step foot out the 'burbs
Truth is here we're all disturbed
We cheat and lie it's so absurd
Feed the fear that's what we've learned fuel the fire let it burn
Oy, I said Oy what you looking at you little rich boy
We're poor 'round here run home and lock your door
Don't come 'round here no more
You could get robbed for real, yeah
Because my manors ill my manors ill for real
Yeah, you know my manors ill my manors ill
You could get lost in this concrete jungle
New builds keep springing up outta nowhere
Take the wrong turn down a one way junction
Find yourself in the hood nobody goes there
We got an Eco friendly government
They preserve our natural habitat
Built an entire
Olympic village
Around where we live without pulling down any flats
Give us free money and we don't pay any tax
NHS healthcare yes please many thanks
People get stabbed round here there's many shanks
Nice knowing someone's got our backs when we get attacked
Don't bloody give me that
I'll lose my temper
Who closed down the community centre
I killed time there used to be a member
What will I do now 'til september
Schools out rules out get your bloody tools out
London's burning
I predict a riot
Fall in fall out who knows what it's all about
What did that chief say something bout the kaisers
Kids on the street no they never miss a beat
Never miss a cheap thrill when it comes their way
Let's go looting no not Luton
The high street's closer cover your face
And if we see any rich kids on the way
We'll make 'em wish they stayed inside
There's a charge for congestion everybody's gotta pay
Do what Boris does rob them blind
Oy, I said Oy what you looking at you little rich boy
We're poor 'round here run home and lock your door
Don't come 'round here no more
You could get robbed for real, yeah
Because my manors ill my manors ill for real
Yeah, you know my manors ill my manors ill
We've had it with you politicians
You bloody rich kids never listen
There's no such thing as broken Britain
We're just bloody broke in Britain
What needs fixing is the system
Not shop windows down in Brixton
Riots on the television you can't put us all in prison
Oy, I said Oy what you looking at you little rich boy
We're poor 'round here run home and lock your door
Don't come 'round here no more
You could get robbed for real, yeah
Because my manors ill my manors ill for real
Yeah, you know my manors ill my manors ill

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