Текст песни J-Grom - Про фейк реп

I pull out a word from the field

you just simply tired of hovering

you do not know how to become engrossed in reading

Punchy and rips like a Chinaman

Like on each of their lines rifmuesh

I put you on the point and pull out the kidney

You can not huyarit their

you in every track just yap

how could you vydovat for his, you used Zatoka pitched b eblo

not need me Punchy I do not need your Style

I used for this phony would not give a 100

Pease you tell me where my Panji dachchik

what you have tyrish reperkov still

I do not care, though you gani at me from all frames

but I raskhuyaryu you anyway because I have no antlers

and you're still here and tyrish

and that's what I'll tell you one thing, you even strangers STYLE reads like a goof

I huyaryu as God is,

and I fuck someone bettlit, I always come out a winner

and tembolee with you

fight, come on boby wound bandages on his hands

and come out to fight Feel pain

Style your moat, this is my style

this rap battle, repeat after me

what you what you goof goof yo

something-something that what you goof

and I-and-I-and I read as a god

those who have prtiv I ditch Style Vashj

and those who are for us to raise arms up

and say J-Grom J-Grom al