Текст песни MiyaGi - Мой гарлем

ASATA In the Ossa case, we have seen,
My harlem mega greyhound you get out of here come on!
Southern blood inside burns like a blue flame
The word is like dynamite.

Natra to the shine of a cross, although by * .y, you can even barefoot,
Walking through the city on my own, fresh air in my lungs.
He's rich in packs on his heels, get rid of gardens from the guys,
Here Aces, Ossy everything, my Harlem can heap.

Do not try to come with a sword, and everything will be foolish,
Dooley fooled the executioners of districts that "value" culture.
Mi Ya Gi will not hypothetically assure you
And Mi will pump the tarantass with the talk of the streets.

Trample hop crowds, sea of ​​whiskey
If you don't like me today, deny you.
My black one is not close to you,
In Harlem, screeching at night kept us awake.