Текст песни drum - Буря в стакане

Rap on the verge of R.I.P.a on granite,
The rap game is not on the battlefield.
Storm in a glass, storm in a glass.

And again in the track every water in the mortar ceiling
There is no chapel, the ceiling is not available.
All polls invested as an MMM investor
And they do it with punch because there is a bazaar from scratch.
Rap right now is so sharp while it is like reinforced concrete
Or blades by mouth, although jelly over a bit.
We need an educational program for all of us, he would have blocked the whole Moveton.
Hip-hop is not fish, not meat, because it’s not that.
Nobody shines, no, I took it in front of my eyes,
Like an eyebrow, Miron all pantorep has long lifted.
Everyone is tired of hearing tons of unnecessary tirades,
It's time to understand that only a berserker is a master of the pen!
I’m afraid in summer that things that have been tempered for centuries
On top of the culture will be a crust or tombstone.
After all, in battle battles just for the sake of cameras,
But the battle is not radical, but only a storm in a glass.

Rap on the verge of R.I.P.a on granite,
The rap game is not on the battlefield.
Storm in a glass, storm in a glass.