Текст песни ChipaChip - Не парит

And it doesn't hover me that it's not a fashionable cap,
Put it on your head, and you are like a hippie from a young age.
Coming from a splash of steam, brewed da hun pao, in hip-hap power.
Left the n * t deck, from Tuesday to Monday I spoil myself here.
All sorts of fun, but everyone whines well that everything is not enough for them,
You shouldn't be all fucked up where we spend Che.
Conversations flow until the morning, and you hike devil brother.
Fucked up on the internet with all these shortcomings,
You're not so clear, fucking we filmed you in black.
Well, we don't hover, your asses are hanging on ebay,
As piglets bend you over any hundred square meters,
I get stuck, after a while I added to them for a fee.
I am writing a verse that you dry to check in front of a woman,
It feels like you fucking was conceived under mushrooms.
Shit from here, stop picking up your dirty linen here.