Текст песни BolshoyNabor - Репрезенто

throwing off the shackles from the wrists with mud we direct heat (wow)
resent friend how the idark became cool
what do years go sitting with fists in the chest
beat morons who said that this is not the point
Well, who believed, appreciate rap before losing events
loops connected threads of meaning .. spread
strings and dive between years sewn clothes
style is not like before sounding hope
it’s important that the music shakes everywhere
a tramp from a rapper maniac is bound
from a forge not from Moscow from the very depths of Siberia
spin the bass, broadcast live
prisoner of frames introduce you a little later
lived past god worthless not to be good
a penny is not a pea so it was in vain thrown by many
our village has a lot of good
nurtured community nth anniversary
partly like the reason for the year in back up gloomy
groscans were passing under the covers of night
while the woman in the house screams at a full rag
what will happen if this track is checked everywhere
years of protest against the system reached a place
this is all the relish "do not throw salt on the gums"
here chatter is not primate on bedokurit and in private
You can’t count such a wild rap in the first place.
if not so and so I will calculate the huts salons cellars and roofs
whoever hears me give way to the premiere ... playlist dissolving doors ...
So that the guys sang the pairs soon they will finish the wormwood will not redden the mercenary in the deer ear
I do not keep in vain ... loyalty to the tupac king
the fortress will not weaken the armor
give me strength and patience so that my singing does not end
I feel great in captivity, I'm such a true maniac
I want an opinion for skills because I’m not too lazy every day
running forward seeing behind him a shadow free flight at height
my chatter here trample on the paths with cartridges
in the trenches the familiar world is harsh, he is the laws of life
anyhow as recorded a lot of cap and reduced to pc
I sometimes adequately moral
not one notebook and sharpened habits with a brother
and by ear it’s not sweet, because bitches are greedy