Текст песни МЦ Winner - Свободная тема

Winire on Batle, which means it is the beginning of the end
All opponents on dick, my pincels sent
After each couplet, I am an order of magnitude higher
As if climbing the stairs, and so until the roof
You are the children of rap, only the remnants from the Great Legend
It's not a business, but you used to share it for interest
At the battle monthly, the first blood will be soon
I became a swarming son, rapchik all making a year
You know brother, my throne will not taste!
All because you need to consider a couple of reasons:
After all, he is from a liquid chair,
and floats on the asphalt as if the river is a high-speed ship
I rent a track, because it is not given - then lost
I revealed the themes, I hope that the passage is provided to me ...