Текст песни Брол - Последний трэк первого альбома

All that there is a pen and paper
During my life as inscribed with notebooks
Even with a small class at 8 Eminem songs realized I want to do
A tape gave way to rewrite Vitek
So many years ago is no longer count
And before that the quasar old writes vote
Freestyle eel imitation stars
there was no computer or internet
I never thought that will appreciate these couplets
Otradnaya somewhere come up track
Listen to people and express respect
This is not a battle I'm happy for those who are on Mount Olympus
But in my head empty born rotten thoughts
And I'm the last six months every day
Especially at night when the city is heard
I fingered a pile of rhyme in my head
In VINAP on your computer appreciate new bits
Thanks lads that they helped
I live for the album live to write
And if not quickly squander listening tracks
Brawley something wrong is not what it used in the nut
He would smoke or Chorus
Not the point bro understand
Happy days are too rarely fall
What really is the freestyle but still trying
I am trying not matter what
Words form the pad and optical fiber
They will carry you up to the speed of light
Let rarely verses speak about serious
But never too late will not help the tears
Weak people can not stand the pressure
Take out guys that are time-tested
falls each look at Fyodor
We all have one week in the sky seven days
But who is constantly getting stronger
And who is smoldering cigarette changing lives pills
And there is nothing wrong in the pipette is terrible when people live for this