Текст песни бит - первый нигер

First nigga on the area of ​​juicy minus soul
New CROS I bend loose trousers down below
ayou throws in the ring and graffiti on the roof

Only the best guys mashed about rap
those who wrote about life is not nonsense, no
about love hash, bases and clashes
about the lives of people in this world for a long time old
each thread was soaked Hip-Hop
every atom on each belozadoy ass
all shook their heads and made style
We fought for the respect and recognition of senior
and the child and the old man could find himself in the turnip
even those who have grown up without hepi endov
the one who grew up in the center and the one who in the ghetto
all tied to one love turnips
and I just touched the edge this time
while old school where the children do not grow old
where people were only in the shower
where life was easier than now believe
We did not live to retirement Mr. stayed together
Many associate only one song
any known long-familiar line
no singing, only those who were in the morgue (pau)

First nigga on the area of ​​juicy minus soul
New CROS I bend loose trousers down below
ayou throws in the ring and graffiti on the roof

style style disappeared dried up like this
not who did not voskriknut (ohmygod)
many died for the idea
generation changed rap became for money
for money all the people as shadows
collect the bags and the floor is not appreciated
like all well but something is not right
no soul in the music source such
each has its own way and its own way
I choose not to stay in the web
do for yourself for Respect for victory
music with a sense of mectnyh plants
not catch more than one cop
all age injuries in my world
Street showdown and a house in the ghetto
cereal for breakfast and hash in the packets
vorchaschayaya mother. younger sister
friends to the grave that's daa
home home bit text tea house
my world my ghetto Rastafari