Текст песни Loc-Dog - 06. Шиповник

Watch the current run through my veins
Boy put me on the cue ball
I'll be fast as a peregrine falcon
As strong as king kong
Will you suck or we will take you clean
SEAD
Oh your dignity
You will destroy yourself soon
While the sausage is playing
Or discovering your new brain faces in the forests
We will certainly lose in the end
But while we're alive, we'll fuck your rap minus
My status is high, but I still get drunk with bass on taverns
And you and Timati were seen in Soho
Fuck the streets, your whole bazaar is about high
You took three grams in one sting and hid it in a sneaker
And if what, then you dump the garbage
These are the fraternal ones who will have a party at rap

I know your brother will give you a gram
I know that your enemy is the one who will tell the truth
And it is not clear to the courtyards why all your stories are for them
Cause you're not there
I know that your rap is hard work
You know, your labor has now become a corpse
Cause you play a game
Only lave your sense rules
Like a prostitute

While they consider me a commercial rapper
We will distribute them to idols, not tormented by conscience
Suckers rich are willing to pay
Type, for quality
On pathos, everything
Sniff nostrils
This St. Petersburg was like a Cuban
Euro for three hundred
Torn off almost with paws, quickly
The prime minister’s friend in the corner took the most.
With him, eight bitches light, smell the flour
But I fuck, he is mighty
The magician also threw the fight, now he is here, all from the heap
Knead when he redeems that he was stabbed
We are already in the area
He kneads like another like that
Actually fuck him, whom
My yard is dancing
Here, every second one will draw steeper rhymes
Who is addicted like a jerk, but free like a thief
If something is wrong, then we will cover each other with a shoulder