Текст песни Foot - Улей

Money decide but the decision is rot
In my ears, dust accumulated
Pussy people - like a job
These fuck will bring to the grave

I imagine that it is
My own in this role found
I am kind, I am angry
But lonely like robinson

Setting the points above and ..
Rap not throwing, all contrary
I am writing couplets, save sins
Maafka I Live To Be ...

CHORUS:
I do not shoot with your bullets
Sticky type seemed to get out of the desert
Blood on the wall flowed drops
I thought not to get out of this way

I do not shoot with your bullets
Sticky type seemed to get out of the desert
Blood on the wall flowed drops
I thought not to get out of this way