Текст песни Линкс - Зимний хип-хоп

Employers play ping-pong with passion
For lunch, a wide choice of anakom or big bon
At 6:00 the head is like a cotton swab
This city is your enemy you are Van Damme on Tong Po
Someone cuts sausage for salad, we cut magnifiers
Sawing samples while someone fills their stomach
New Year is on the nose, frosts are cruel and fierce
Face control does not channel, we go to clubs in sheepskin coats
The thermometer as the standard of living fell
People run from the snow like it's napalm
But while the thermos is full we don't care about the crowd
We rap together from the same pot
Behind a snowdrift, a snowdrift swept through the yards
Be careful not to step on the yellow snow around the corner
If in a cup of tea leaves bring boiling water
How would you like it bro this winter hip hop

The cold bites the bones more and more
We make our fires in this frozen ground
Do you want to warm up then swing your hand to the rhythm
So that frost does not cover you from the inside

Trample the snow with our soles, time flies
Homeless people freeze from morning till morning on heating mains
The holes in your pockets have grown wider in a year
Someone has clearly removed the fat from this life
Look at some grandfather walking with a sack across the yard
Winter casts magic for us
We thought we were in a fairy tale, but it was not there
This scourge dives in search of empty bottles
According to rumors, we will celebrate the new year throughout January
The streets are like that on the streets, don't yawn
In the house opposite, the office lights are all in business
Clerks are not having fun with their careers
The same thing every day they'd hit the limb
And we feel good at the bottom and don't need Olympus for nothing
We go through a blizzard and our tusa monolith
Do you want a hot friend? here I just poured