Текст песни нилигал - я слушал хип хап с детства

I listened to hip hap childhood
paint on the wall texts
My mother honestly
not hearing any of my songs
his father muddied sovmestku
when drunk two hundred
Now I'm wondering
How to hide an accordion under the chair
during school years wonderful
hallway formation
Streets podeznoe
local not local
its not strangers
We divided in half and then lay down again
radio cassettes
seeds and beer
who said that rap is not beautiful
Twenty-six-zero sharaga 25
I poebat znaesh me poebat
I studied to cook pastry
not three and a half
if you hear a track and there really is such garbage
recently saw marinka
because it is already three years as a mother
menyayutsya like everything, and I do like that poebat