Текст песни Белый a.k.a Серега Четвертый - Душа

where am I and what happened to me on all sides then climbs pus
a lot of fluff and rumors pizdobolov and females are not
Listen to a story

My foundation is strong underground see the handwriting
rhyme urine and do not put points
damage to the kidneys, these sleepless nights
look in the eyes of the hip hop nailed firmly

for my boys brothers and I needed people
after you fuckers those that served on a platter
people do not judge me harshly
anyway we all have one road

I have my soul and hip hop soul
every day for their dogs do otdushi
a crumpled piece of paper and a pen behind the ear, the text on the cue ball
that's all the soul that's all hip hop

text speak like that and I like Guf
Guf vtuh and from vylaziet fluff
all junkies death riddance
the soul of the poet should not consist of tracks

can be sold for more but the soul rots
I hate it and someone is rushing
rushing pus but my soul is clean
though dirty words but the thought of sincerity

My hip hop dark but I've got soul
brokenness is the soul of the pencil
broken heart bitches those that die of boredom
More than one of you will stretch out your hands I

your words do not deliver greater value
for me you are now just entertainment
and will not be greater than the first and last
and it remained the first and last

someone said that the soul of a poet, all smoke
with such knowledge go fuck a thought
there just needs such pizdoboly
long throw fluff white clothe crown

My soul is not for you but for the region
Towns cans balconies yards
for their kids not for others
I will read a soul just for them