Текст песни Кирпичи - Трёп

I sampled the bass and cool vinyl
If you hear that I will hit the
Everybody wants to get something all take, take, take
Let all seek, where? here! they will find it
Abstract pieces in virtual real
While this Yeshe New stuff and we have not tired
So what that something is nothing just a new phrase
Bricks fall into a new phase
I Esenina, uj with moss, Vasya gun
And we drink every day for three circles
And many go and stare and stare
And that's what I'm talking about
I am called danny boy and life is absurd
I think I'm getting a very wise
Cult wide pants and a heavy chain
Hardcore mazafaka becomes fiercely
Who will take the microphone to Bob
We never lava
Let's read his text guitarist
In this text, a lot of good places

Your chatter pret very clearly dude
Give me a couple of minutes and I'll teach you how
Write these verses and we are so close
Close to the grave of the board game word game donkeys wit
There are words I know them, and I'm ready
To battle is not with you, a vice pressing whiskey
Terms of rap music I began to close again
I do not care about old school, I do not care New School
We spit on standards and everything will be cool
Rap is progress, rap - it's literature
That's what modern culture has sunk
Great and mighty new Russian language
I used to speak the word in the sense I have penetrated
Previously run the show dinosaur Russian rock
Words were preparing for the future of rock I could if revived
But that was dead spit in the face, who will say that I am not a rocker
Punks read cool, I called Bob in
Troubleshooting advice in my head
Ask me and I'll tell you what and how
Although uj tell you all right now the only way

Come on Come on man heed to our text
After such a market does not seem easy life
My name is and I am ready uj you hide
What do you do here and it's not a dream
Ilya Bortnyuk glad we consider uper group
We speak words of truth it will not make a corpse
Show business - a thing brings boredom
Capital raising his hand, this is such a meal
It is better to talk about the weather or beverages
Aunts or even no harm in trying
If the record company heard the sweet tune
So let's run a girlfriend, buy a condom
The quality of the music is easy to measure
That's why the stars are no creative growth
Laziness - the soul of wit, brevity and not
Or am I uj, me on the head with bricks
Would I Stashevsky would be a stiff upper lip,
In the cell of show business with a straight face
These are the brother I finish my business background
I said the words of truth and give the microphone