Текст песни вНЕиГРЫ - Стафчик

Stafchik
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Hey boy, be quiet like a mouse
In front of you are black cones with guns
If it’s not clear, we are dangerous
Black guys are masters in their work

Further more, year after year stricter
Our faces are of a different skin color
In a Siberian cold or under the scorching sun
For us all the same rap, remains great

Our themes are simple, worn down to holes
But we claim that gangsters we
It's not easy to do rap quality
I respect everyone who understood what we were talking about

What is there, who is now held in high esteem
White uncles read like aunts
You do not understand about black hip-hop
All your tracks in the pope

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This black little stafka is a white boy for you
Listen at home, on the player or in my father’s car
And no other way, after all, it’s a black rapper Bracho
You are not exporting New York, but hot Achinsk

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Understand the guy ... the difference in height is too big
You're still a kid, and we play as an adult
It's not so simple
Be black one hundred percent

From a young age, our black mother
Got us rhyming skill
We are from the black quarters, where with the boys to Talova
Read rap until you get a headache

Rap is our understand, it's in our blood
Even our pulse beats a broken beat
And before you decide to compete with us, remember
That we are deeply rooted in rap

Lurking late when monsters in your city
Negroes make a hell out here, watch out teen
And to everyone unhappy in response, the middle finger
This black little stafka is a white boy for you