Текст песни Рома Суровый - Аркенстон

1 verse:

I listen to your idols - this is a complete failure
My boshka fucks, but I didn’t give up on the right
You and I are not brothers
Every ms in my eyes pizdabol and ignoramus

I fucked all this tribe, bitch
We drink light beer with the types in the dark
When I have a show off truck
Your golden fleece on the sneak turned out to be a simple hide

Throwing cigarette butts into the urn
We go to your house hanging on the nail of your dad instead of a jacket
We became cramped in a fool
And your cru, learning about the arrow with us, quickly climbed into the bunker

There is no room for idiots
Right "homeless man with a shotgun" left "preacher with a machine gun"
There are many of us in hell
Before you 2 trunks, fag, blow in both

Verse 2:

Fuck cool cars, I don't need it
My flave will come to me with axes on jackals from Gundabad
In the pocket of the parks trunk
Do you have a granite pebble? I have Arkenston instead of my heart

Crowns fall down
My name is not Nick, but I am also almost headless
Here gallons pouring whiskey
Everyone who wants to beef with me to the land of their loved ones buries

Here, such as you fuck, deer
I'm sitting on my mother’s neck, bro, really yours
She certainly is not a model
But I took a bottle of wine with me and it’s right there again, believe me

Sparks fly to the sky
These rappers cunt about high but fly so low
Save their souls
In this society, I do not put morality in the dick and remain the best