Текст песни MBond - Жребий Брошен

Thousands charged MC arranged meat
Drop-down one after another, running in the red.
Thousands of hardened MS, at the end it becomes clear
Who will win and who will play in the pass ...

Equalizers squeeze the most,
Overdrayvy stuffed reverb.
Argue, someone who gives here in the rotation
Without knowing stayed in prostration.

Here you are given an instrumental
Brutal theme that's the trouble,
But what to do vocabulary
One for all shout ATAS!

Every second - blunt words;
Every third - by bit;
Each greed
Ultimately drives umaaaa ...

Nala is not enough, but a little vocal,
Where stool bulk to the ringing of the glass.
We rioted until you ride
Solid double boldly rocked!

Wherever it may be, here or there,
A bold move on the head,
Ignites the crowd in any
Sober or killed in the trash.

You were right, ladies fell.
I blurted out double - the pursuit of fame,
Eliminated those who are in search of money
They took out a lot for fun.

Within the rules of neglecting
The soot stomped go over the edge.
Biting teeth, banned - growling
One for all and all against the pack!
 
Insolent style, back to the old,
Former judge Badal horns
There have been in the battles, but flew,
As if on repression under Stalin.

Dulo put every rapper.
Bullets charged no place to dump.
Raised triggers are not asking for mercy.
I suffered. The die is cast!
 
Meat! Meat! Meat!
Come on ...
Meat! Meat! Meat!
The die is cast.