Текст песни TRUEFACE - До жути просты

[Verse 1]

The fake Hublot arms, chi-chi-pa pow-pav,
Hayter mother's sons, behind bow-wow,
Me rap serious stuff, Aktau small bunch of hos
And do not insert drugs, what type of local herbs.

Two five? General sense and reason to seize?
Not your mother and not your son-in the morning you're in Dumka: & quot; where do we get? & Quot ;,
Do not be angry balls, vertyak same wait OKS local kid salam
In pieces with someone in half? Or take a glass of credit.

What makes nedoreper SWAGom shabit
And if he was hammering in the ass, then you continue to judge
I ditch this thin thread, I pru everything to forget
And to be or not to be bratuha? Hapay, and that can cool ...

[Hook] (x2)

When we are with all the guys look at someone's show-off,
We tearfully ugaral sweet, native to all: & quot; scheschen ama! & Quot ;,
Not trendy at times rude, it does not matter you are hammering bits
Aktau instead Almaty, we Stash eerily easy.

[Autro]

There is half a bitch, all broken neck
Mode without your knife, but alas we did not meaner
With each track sharper barrels have become fatter
In summer the city will hold tightly somewhere in the alley ...