Текст песни Skypull - Мой хип-хап

Where does childhood run where did all things go?
and that in exchange for silence, the city bustle
no candy in my pocket
and as usual there is a pistol in the box

don't build fucking (awesome) don't keep prisoners for long
we do not smoke through the pipe, but we play more in the tune
and if there is something to blow, we do not like to think for a long time
bro will spread the check and there is crack inside

and if the house is quiet, then it is dashing to love
I will dial my brother hello brother
take a hundred square meters with us so that everything is even
instead of papa golima in the car knocks down Tbilisi

no behi or mersa hanging a cheap price tag
kales on litukha on the highway fells a scenic
it's hot outside, the sun burns our shoulders
Throwing my body into the river it became somehow easier for me

and someone, somewhere, muddies the greens imperceptibly
we are not for money but who does not like eureka
and who said that money is dirt die
I understood only one thing that the main one who is with money

I respect my brothers, I say hello to my mom
sorry for not listening and did it differently
did not become successful businessmen but became a guy
became a paryadak higher than the niche race be proud of your son
do not compare me with Grisha

CHORUS:
This hip-hap music is in your ears
you made the wrong move here is check and checkmate for you
while you ran and rocked your belly squares
I hawal killed and again hawal hawal and fell off the table

Here the rule is not to bring down you
and if you hand over and you do not hand over vet you are attracted by gash
dead pupils will tell that you are ours
well-read faces run past the police

they have fun it's cool that the planes are low
where is my life going the answer is close
it seems to me fucked up (the end) is no longer a snitch
used to go to the stadik now already a killer

the guys behind them with the lighthouse are ligating
but I don’t give a fuck (don’t care) how it knocks me down hard
my world is diverse
and if he doesn’t let go by the evening, then summer was successful

the question is what will I blow when I let go again
probably I should think that Vova will help with this
steer another heel and there will be fishing
I’m not afraid to fall to tie words now

someone knocks on the face, someone knocks on bits
I'm for the melody of the soul hip-hap shout even the cops
hearing my voice in kalonki everyone says it's not you
hip hap my choice hip hap replaced my dreams

and frankly, I would like to live without drugs
do not see red eyes but in the sky a falling star
but to refuse is not just either you blame it or go to pussy
but the choice is yours to be an even guy or to throw golimy show-off

CHORUS:
This hip-hap music is in your ears
you made the wrong move here is check and checkmate for you
while you ran and rocked your belly squares
I hawal killed and again hawal hawal and fell off the table