Текст песни Goba ft. FeD - Второй сорт...

Chorus: X2
From the bottom ...
And believe me we stand, and you shot it through the veins
Below us ... Who?
A bunch of naive simpletons, we will allow you to feed the fish

I then, in that you do not believe me, leaving for later,
But I did not desert you at least a couple of sweet tracks could merge
OKS bro if you think that we - the bottom
You and halfway not find our trails

Funny people something mnyat,
Brains putting on the shelf for a long time the world to perceive them
And I'm not the soul, but often lose my temper
Do you want me poreshat, but I feel sorry for you, I do not algebra

Consider me worthless, but my rap sozhrёsh fasting
Everything also sounds from your speakers, because grow by leaps and bounds
Who am I for sure do not need to explain
Shred the flock, smile on his face - wit

I am a second-class not
That would not be repeated mouths of these, they stink
Changes only when full of hate
Guise of another, though not a mystic