Текст песни Ноггано - Школа, школа я скучаю .отвечаю, отвечаю

You know, every rapper on his drive
There are stories about the coolness, the difficulties and risks
But Noggano every and each is realized
So catch gonevo about my school.
In the city of Rostov, in the working-class town
Where the hell dick will travel on rollers,
Where are the guys for the tinder true to "Trud" stadium
And if that spizdnul not easily become a corpse
You're cool, but then hold the broom in the mouth
This southern Russia, Rostov-on-Don
It all started in the 87th year
I was 7 years old, first class ...
With his grandfather on a backpack, coat with beret
To be honest, kids, I wanted to die, so portretik
I stand on the polished floor,
Books in a backpack, removable package
The first day - high school students gave me a tambourine,
But I did not blow her lips as Andrei Gubin
He told me grandpa - ruining people's cowardice,
The main stand on his grandson and the banks do not mix
I remember the teacher said to me:
- It is unlikely that anything will make you smarter!
I shoved her in the return line, a bit rough:
- How to become a smarter then, if a teacher stupid fool?
Teacher of English all the time scratching their ass,
And then standouts stroked on the head
Thank God, I was far from the situation in his ass:
He studied at the two, I sat in the last row
The head teacher, Valentina Semenovna, physics has taught us
She had a mustache like a man
Then learn to make no sense
After I advised her for a quick shave
Biology teacher - Elena
It was nice and I personally appealed
But podnapryaglis and zabychila,
When I asked about the specifics of the pistil and stamens
My friend Tolia cleverly flashed,
Having fulfilled its fragrant chair Teachers chair
On the teachers' council Tolya dad did not come,
I got advance zabuhal he chum
Physical education teacher was a retired warriors
In seventh grade he have much podnapryag
Call goner, we, the healthy guys,
With all of the words in a speech in a row
We explained to her uncle in general
What tends to break through the brick loft
Time hectic right now, and in the country a mess
And you can accidentally get under the fierce draft
I remember dancing in the auditorium,
As I lost consciousness swells
I was dragged to the head teacher's office
I awoke gave lunch to dinner to the floor.
For the first time in the eighth grade kurnul
Bosko bought on at Azeri market over twenty,
Only under gandzhubasom I oduplil less
The principle elements of the periodic table.
In ninth grade head teacher told me:
- Bob, you're a good guy, but we will say goodbye,
Go to college or vocational school!
Vocational school? - Oh it in the pussy
Asked about the chance, they say, everything will be on the mind
The head teacher believed me, did not think the hype
By that time we put together a crowd
Quality - Henkel, port, smoked grass
Dad shouted to me, I'll rip your head off!
I then pulled the first head count
I fell in love with Vic Balakninu
Once I was asked to come with their parents
Be sure the children's room of militia
I was told everything, Vasya, you'll end badly,
But I had these monologues fuck
Pebbles under the sloping gorochku
Especially not razvernёshsya when fun coupons
Killing time in the school cafeteria
For us, the benchmark was the godfather dad Capone
Some gulped Donald and happy life,
And we smoked on the sly "our brand" in the alley
Ah, school, school, cap, Coke
The crowd at the crowd, honor area
Someone has it all came together in a kind exactly,
And someone in a uniform still have not seen the sea
I remember those warm school years,
I hope no one there zaёbaet hiccups
I hope me and there remember someone,
Thereafter, hip-hop ... about how ...

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