Текст песни Песочные Люди - про рап

About rap is my temper, when it is not expensive
my bunk, burrow den
in as loud as when the bomb hashish
when in pockets or dick really

(HEAT)
Ghetto wind force breaks the loop
Note bro is my place is not inherited
Kilowatt rap press on turnips
Rental evil sound
and in return you have tapes
poluchaesh these sounds
but the essence of their
tied destiny
not put you in these bonds
my muse dose
sharp thorn krosfaer
flame equivalent
Give me millions
I lowered them in a split second
zeros buy dope
sduy the dust
Thrust on soap
fashion stuffed laws to muzzle
Kila smell he leaves
until nkidyvayut fluff pitchfork
have mercy on these patients virus
I see he has become closer in their niche
polamat bro polamat clichés
polamat bro polamat clichés

About rap is my temper, when it is not expensive
my bunk, burrow den
in as loud as when the bomb hashish
when in pockets or dick really

(CRAZY)
Who knew the first time
He catches the muse
When each phrase
It breaks all at once
Zahleb portions escapes from the heart
hochetsa dokontsa
Make clear
to set aside in memory
children do not touch
and they take
listen to chew alive
in the minds of the intricacies of lace
pile the words of smoke from his mouth
lucky horseshoe nail from
above the entrance nozzle pierces
for smoke from the throat
fight fire and water for the word
hang thoughts
a bass to taste
who knew from the first time
the catches muse
that every sentence
It breaks all at once

About rap is my temper, when it is not expensive
my bunk, burrow den
in as loud as when the bomb hashish
when in pockets or dick really