Текст песни Tills - Рэп - это старый жанр

Verse I:

Rap - this is an old genre.
And let the toad strangling
Those who have always believed
What he would not give jazz.
Waited same scale,
When the brain is like oxygen music is important!
False start?! but
Teen coach your old how you Hachiko waited.
Hall paused, the curtain fell, he realized:
"It's bazaar this kid."
Eyes watching him,
You can see how much effort goes into the record.
The plan for the day - what! Before bone fanatic!
High five, if you go into a trance for a couple of bits of parties!
I got up timer,
Our path as the mat:
davit- Regulation
"In rap you place will be unlikely."
No rules! White sneakers pressed the pedal,
Before they reach the treasured jewels ...
And everything was great,
If the sounds were just a little fact.
In the meantime, there are stupid mess:
Bestolku earthy op
Not about what to rhyme on the verb.
With us it is quite!
People loose trousers
Tired just be punks!
Just wait until ... time ...
I rehearsed until everyone realized that ...

Rap - this is an old genre.
And let the toad strangling
Those who have always believed
What he would not give jazz.
Waited same scale,
When the brain is like oxygen music is important!
False start?! but
Teen coach your old how you Hachiko waited.
Hall paused, the curtain fell, he realized:
"It's bazaar this kid."
Eyes watching him,
You can see how much effort goes into the record.
The plan for the day - what! Before bone fanatic!
High five, if you go into a trance for a couple of bits of parties!