Текст песни ОБЧ РЭП - Руки к небу

cracking like broken in half board
look, you will not find in me a longing bitch
drag line in the sand, leaving a trail
Yes podnavalyu Basque, that swayed the crowd

Bummer, I am not one of those who spit at the ceiling
Obychka not so, I pulled turnips sense
until you bodyazhil dye I squeezed juice
west and far east, right and left socks
we are different, you can not see on the toe privstan
each independent spike in field
Fresh sprout from the ground, we draw the hands to the sky
but, but sarnyakovy fruit brings us the same illness
not a friend, it's not as fool the fool
praise his swamp, but not overpraise, uncles
here it is necessary to dig deeper, the truth is there at the bottom
casually look at the goods, no it's not for me
ie, they eat all the phrases ears
templates punched rap, and share it with you
sidelong look at each other, rushing stones
Well you do not be silly, rap with savages