Текст песни ЧЕТ4РЕ - CLASSIC

I'm not from bass, but I burned for years
do i have worries? no. and they never were.
this rap wants freedom, dick he put on a fee.
I crowned my rap, feel his interval.

whoa whoa, do you hear that flow?
on the body if it’s cold? then it’s laying the route.
these sound waves

it's a fit, not a solo. with np weightless,
smoke inside the cabin, ash falls from an oblique.
the system will not be broken, my area is a cloister.
smr sees everything, but well quickly bitch snot wiped

I know, it’s not nice when they come from the rear
not nice when the barrel is cooling the back of the head
I can breathe in the absence of hemoglobin

I'm not fat, but touched on the theme of war and peace
outside I am simple, but inside

hear this flow? (wow) a route is connected with you.
 

aah
the plan is smoking

sold his soul for relatives and brothers
rubbish mice well fuck you take them

my clan arranged a carnival, around the bodies a caravan
who crowned whom?

you will see me in business