Текст песни Артем Минасян - Второй дом

(Coupling 1)
They are standing aside
Look like i write text
Look like reading rap
They are shocked but i'm here
Don't you like me
After all, I went to the network
For you not enough places here
Put on my rap cross
I won't be back to the old
Because you need to move on
Because you need to do everything brighter and more
And say that this and that became our
Nothing should be climbing up into the sky
I read rap, I do it simple and boldly
No I am not Niger, I am a simple Russian white
They hate me, I don't care about their business

(Chorus)
Studio Second House
As if I live in her
I write here your volume
Museum will erect
Street Second House
Yes, I became impulse
There used to fight into scrap
Now at least one hundred deaths

(Verse 2)
New Year, new rap, new rhymes
I came and I am here, I'm on style
For all one hundred and in me all the forces
Good! We kapets a lot of chilim
I came to you from Jam Team
We knock all the hat-trick
And everyone who began to hate us
Soon will tell about us Real Shit
I'm in this case for a long time
On the bits of Stee killy
They will hurt them
Style dollant to them smoothly
Let's leave your disc
I will write stupid diss
I am familiar with their feeling envy
Each of them just hung
Released once my first album
Chose the style of chutka then just rand
I write my texts notes to iPhone
Merged with everything then by the Russian herd
I read the New School of Wrong Bew Soup
AndGound blew the rumble, like - I sing Hook,
Accepted a couple of services, unpleasant here
Runs here the coward laid out on Youtube

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Strive at least to climb the roof
Come across, because I'm still higher
Draw and exit you will not
Spin, because we all breathe
Maryjane will always be in the subject
Every day I give up my work
Immediately up and all raperes problem
Once success, then I entered the system
I post all one hundred
Style changed so what?
My track is like a fresh sip
Swarm up in this case an expert
Everyone will immediately remember appearance
As soon as I become famous
My poster hang on the wall
And give a high price

(Chorus x2)