Текст песни Каже Обойма, Карат, Бес, Крип-а-Крип - Сейнт Пи Академия

Sit quietly Idalo Reap Karat and Clip
Once again, take out the lower parts of your brain
You remember who sang to tear up by the roots
In MS fake faith Mans and I am delighted
You're in the doorway as well as a new underwater home
Kobe I mean once the servant's own phobia
Actually kopim likewise experience in this game
I get a lot more many SAINT.P
4 life one love one Mike
One JDC at all and Kiss the sky
Bomb Club inserts as Jamaican skunk
Hey yo fuck here with hammer on your brain
This alignment Bracho wait gloomy change
Earlier than this snow will melt and this means
The next should be left at least
In the minds of hundreds of thousands for whom crying clinic

As promised by Kazhe left most dangerous
As reports from our implicated in existing
On the coast SAINT.P catch these rhymes in these tracks
Look meaningful passages, you wave shakes Peter
Because of the buffers Land Cruiser or infinity
The classic range of toning Deviatiny
Music streets rhythms shakes your car
Do not rush to conclusions, we write about the life of Man
As you hear this alignment know yourself
This is a fact we turn tight form
If there is stuff on the hands of this Carat
fucking bomb clack

I will continue, and if you're with me
Raise your arm above your head
The guy let me know God gave us the power
But Veni me for thy gods that you have not dealt with the fair
It is not nice And we nothing to do with
Shoulder to shoulder, only those who stir up so hot
You can burn if not prepared
And if you're ready you'll get more and more
Perd you now a squad ms
Do you think hip-hop is not dead, he lives in Saint pi
It is not repchik home we make rap
I do not write poetry so I'm not a poet
Cripple, halo backing Clip, challah back Karat
Idalo haha ​​haha ​​back
We go out of the darkness into the bright light
Did you think that we do not stop

Shod in sneakers, a cap on deeper
Red eye if the wind blew
I ask people to raise their hands to the top
Then I split open brain as canned bank
Yes, you've heard of caste and Crack,
Basta, and Seth, and Moscow Center
I like her, they made a contribution,
I am a Russian rapper my rhymes like a bullet in the turnip
Everyone screams that he is kind of Rambo
But after listening to the tracks under a chair laughing
On the chest chain, straight from the ghetto streets
I take the mike and the moat as the dinghy warmer
I still have enough for a piece of bread
I collect rhymes like LEGO building blocks
Under a branch you cut yourself
If you write here disc you win, forget about it.