Текст песни Баста - Листья пуэра под кипятком

My rap - that's not what I live
Tell that know these floors
What is the error and the real shit
And how far from the top of the city cars

My rap - a code understandable to those who survived and is alive
In this world of pain stitched and lies
How are you, Sheriff, without a soul?
You go to the temple to atone for sins, to sin

The paradise is not vedesh when the bubble and gelding
Although reverse sure you
Many difficult lie, a little simple truth
Cold bravado there no heat

We slept too long in these cliffs of concrete and steel
Soon we will not
The water from the bridge. Right off the bat.
Choose from hundreds of our Haller Haller

Choose from hundreds of his career careers
Reluctantly kapayas in a musty desk
Disney World is not - help for Respect
Sunlight or equal truth at all

My rap - a mix of inspiration and laziness
From samples and love for Lena
This is something that the soul of the people who share with me (what?)
What is worth more than money

Leaves Puer under hot water
Smoke and bitterness
The bitterness of the cup, took a sip
Do you remember

How long do you live, and that close up
Numbers - mystery
Leaves Puer under hot water
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Habit dangerous delusions of grandeur
And for me it's better to be crazy than impersonal
And I'm evil to those who are not cured me Lechiva
While not switch off the light will stay personality

Nerves serious scale of Pichu
And I do not care what my recitative not always rhythmic
To hell with the TV, look at my network klipchik
To hell with ambition. There would not be a prey.

Let no one in trouble with the law, but at odds with conscience
Time itself will judge who is who and who you are
I do not want to be either a bull or bacon
I'm not a horse, but good life grounded

Along the perimeter of a thorn under the current
We are here now, but if things get out without a key by digging
There a lot of labor chitakov
I did not read it and I so abruptly

After all, to pick up, I do not need drag
And to read a rap I do not want Mike-Mike-Mike
So on a mustache Motel
Watching vnutryak bro, it does not say there is an art

Respect our Tus and those who are with us on the Kursk
Charges feelings these strange illusions
And as long as people believe in rap in Russian
Let us accompany the muse. Good luck.

Leaves Puer under hot water
Smoke and bitterness
The bitterness of the cup, took a sip
Do you remember

How long do you live, and that close up
Numbers - mystery
Leaves Puer under hot water