Текст песни Marselle - Фристайл будка

Nel:
I'm in his throat for the family when I am sick rap
I do not feed bread I write couplets
I let the plates and lock me alone somewhere
I rivet the tracks like a sheet of paper Stapler
I like a snake venom, Jalou bit like a saber
I like a big bush rastuzhas like leafing through a book
91, open shutters
The cassette 99 rap put
I was so obsessed with rap, man turned
And in the past tense I will not believe rap
I write bits and records change places
I look back at my 20, count, I'm old
I look back, Dze how are you?
Listening to the new stuff, trust your tongue like a sword
And I myself, here and there, planes, coupe
Do you remember the fresh rap? Brother put it on RW

L`one:
I'm like a pit bull fights in the expectations,
In expectation of the new concert
Rap writing prescription
Smoke, beat, chek, my style
It Phlatline in your house MA
L`One Mr.Boro-beard
There might be on-on-on-on-on
Can endlessly
Caress bit like caressing feminine charms
I do not withdraw
I like a stain on the carpet of hip-hop
I like a belt to someone's evil ass
Whiskey-style of nike Russian-Georgian style
Without interruption in rap until I got tired
Once 50 I will also be releasing their albums
He spits on someone's fashion, but what?