Текст песни 12.F.One.smoke ft. OLD'Kude - Подземные коты

Bit pressure on the ears, colored puddles
underground cats it's time to go outside
in the depths of the underground by flying in circles
ignoring the winter blizzard

stronger Davie on the gas pedal
to leave behind the gray mass of the crowd
Old School music or jazz
in fact do the right thing has a chance

each raised himself
when we are together like a swarm of wasps
Nigativ Down, the upcoming winter
Notification of your entire brain is

dictate rhyme one after the other
as a janitor sweeping foliage broom
pereputesh not have with anyone else
because there is no such, we bud under the sky soar

do not sleep during the day, cherish every evening
those two, show or depict
what we are in this business understand all
over the houses as the wind we fly

with respect to x * pits write to the monitor or leaf
it is not your children, and our lesson
trampled foot Winston goby
and I went to write a new poem

It rises above the head which then tap
before it floats the smoke from the pipe or fog
I distribute verse to listen to you
Yes. Now this I Smoke ef Juan