Текст песни GreenBeat - Я тебя порву

Hi Battle, at the microphone GreenBet,
You killed freak, lad, I fused in an instant,
You, my angry verse, you do not have to laugh.
With me in a pair of armor will not help you.
I came to Battle that would mask posryvat persons
My ink - your blood, and I smeared sheet.
Are you here alone on the field, do not let anyone pass,
I'll tear you, to roll up the asphalt.
He worked in a factory, is to buy a microphone,
Worked on him, something in the ear to beat
And you bought Mike, but have not learned to read,
One patron kill all your styles.
And killed the night, the new track on the Battle born
After the let down the line to his old microphone.
But while inhaling the smoke, I will kindle a dawn
I close the curtains at the castle, and the solution was in a dream ...