Текст песни Burr ft. Romance - Музыка бетонных зданий

let passed only half a year my friends
and I thought we'd be together to fight
but your promises are gone nowhere
I never his words to the wind did not throw
my past now I say yet
for a new life full raising his glass
the future success I'll tell you later
where the impossible becomes possible
now I want to say thanks to fate for
I still walked the endless traffic jam
I recently turned a blind eye to all
but the best friend showed me the other side
I became more serious about forgetting about banter
there was no heat, it was very cold
School teaches the streets to be harder than diamond
and if you're not then smear on the pavement

hardened steel with the boys sleeping areas
I stand his ground and have never dumped
life as a music exam concrete buildings
bro how are you?: I have all the normal (2p)

battle for the throne is never easy
but doubly difficult if a sieve instead of light
here to send fuck all the good Santa Claus
died without me bitches from overdose
years go by and I'm still the same opezdol
but do not stagger at the area under the dose
life fuck in all positions to find a way late
can be dangerous and even Moscow formidable
it will start stupid and clever peel
why he did not help when asking tears
life every day sends me nakaut
and quickly learns to understand who and who is down bro
will not complain are those who have seen the bottom in life
it will be difficult everywhere when friends vvide rats
soon fucking come after us at the end of
sometimes it is not clear to what's happening here

hardened steel with the boys sleeping areas
I stand his ground and have never dumped
life as a music exam concrete buildings
bro how are you?: I have all the normal (2p)

while pronouncing our names on the walkie-talkie
we are preparing a new studio hits quotes
and this can rap and not the perfect place
but I plugged those who put up on me
in the future, many peers vein vstkroyut
but I do know that on the throne will soon
you can do better try surprise me
sure my strings sounded convincingly
I Pal news from Moscow beware
when death knocks seven drunk driver
or when shooting from a Kalashnikov in the city center
why they trample underfoot that I so dearly
and we are in a wheelbarrow rap in the column on the back seat
knocking on the ears like a hammer in the courtroom
the right handle to the left Blunt tightly twisted
in an old notebook describing life cases

hardened steel with the boys sleeping areas
I stand his ground and have never dumped
life as a music exam concrete buildings
bro how are you?: I have all the normal (2p)