Текст песни ПродюсерскийПроект - Дорога в ад

Verse 1:
Eyebrow to the top and eye catchy
On the other side I see HIP-HAP FLAT,
THREE STRIPS. This one flew in, this one did not,
but both TRIPAC is HARD.
Your texts about deputies in a padik with a bulb
consist of squares, from rubik's cubes
SOMEONE Victor is directing you in the wrong direction,
like a broken VECTOR, somewhere in the BOTTOM.
Where did the NEGLINES come from-an ETERNAL QUESTION.
Your SWORD IS GREAT
but you are not dartagnan, and not even PARTOS.
You can't hold anything in your hands. Hot potato
Your way is like my belly from below - a fucking path
Small in the corner in the place of the king - ROCKING
FUCK SHAKE ME NOW - TATTOO
Leave, but know, from your daughter-in-law
you will not receive a letter or news.
CHORUS:
here's the road to HELL ON!
she is a little SLIDING and WATN
longing and okay
color your life. here is PAINT and WATMAN.
PAINT and WATMAN
here's the road to HELL ON!
she is a little SLIDING and WATN
longing and okay
color your life. here is the PAINT. AND WATMAN.
Verse 2:
I'm preparing a dish, you spice me up
I do it with a heartbeat at times
Give me the PASSWORD FROM THE DOOR
for the entrance to this den is FUCK DEAR.
It's late, call a TAXI-KA
if man, then TOXICO
phone, SIGA. Everything is in place
No solutions needed in this test,
on POSITION.
Love 2 - but remember, you are not Noah
take \ here cotton wool and volts
do not be upset, do not whine))
I even have colored smoke from cigarettes
What kind of guys are BRED BEARING
listen, this is nonsense
do not rush as if the whole DAY IS NOT DRESSING
you are confident in your RIGHT even crossing the road to red.
She is already in white FATA, but does not agree