Текст песни Али - Все карты на стол

All my cards are on the table, The trunk does not decide in life
And now the word decides that the majority of them
My pampering is art
I do not let the rings in which it is empty
Columbus discovered us America
And with our rap we bring the bitches to hysteria
Counted all the losses, but I'm lost
There are a lot of them, We all walk under God
Only obstacles sideways, Sadism falls in shreds
Far from childhood from Yesenin and Blok
Ceiling drenched smoke from the windows
Soaring over tasks, Pouring juice pipes
I do not consider myself a sucker and perfect
Earlier with gashin eyes pierced really
And now We don’t hoe with the stoves of the text
Almost do not blow, If only in the micro our bullets