Текст песни ATL3N - В колонках

Verse 1

I rudder stock, but throw their experience exactly the goal
and holed skillzami your brain like a drill
When I stand on stage I feel like home
All this gives me more food
It's like the plague captivated all streets
Sitting at a computer while stooping
I trample Force all the dirt on the asphalt of the city
And this path long as trains
I do not want me enough to cross ROLEX
I have enough cross like Air Force
I'm sick, but I will not ever hurt
If it is cancer, then my death secured
Okay micro included as a stopwatch
And my flow or rap is like a transformer
As a fighter crushes everything in a row
As prosecutors will send to your home outfit

Chorus

This text in columns and Kutch
Cuts ears ringing in the membrane
Dreaming of you nightmares
And you will be remembered at all times

Verse 2

Someone will think that I have not the head
But that's me! And I am the meaning of your text
But listen to this, I do not fully
I close the protective armor
and all this fuss about what is
This verse is not quite healthy poet
Growing up in the texts zabugrom
Where to go for a drive Cadillacs with chrome bumper
I write because I know how long
From his texts, I do not ofigev
I am writing day and night like a damn
This fucking lazy, my sworn enemy
Everyone is wondering how it turns out
You have to write in this sense is
That's all nothing complicated
Cut down the sound to you if delirium