Текст песни Голавачков Роман a.k.a. ГраД - Чего стоят треки

To tell the truth I have a sense of life was found
I began to determine which foot to get up from the bed
but tell it was my sin
Living someone else's rules is not given and is not easy
I share your thoughts and therefore short tracks
But it is better than the recitative sobs and cries
Do not tell me you thought I mp 3
three ears I do not have inside you
Photos like I've been decorating honor board
Even in our outline will be tougher
Clean sheets any longer will you
Zatёrty bile and snot buhoy dreams
Too much in the way of demagogues saw
From your words empty will not work
Having personal experience avaricious handful
We can and will help you to survive in this world of teenagers

All my life I teach what is right and decides for himself
To live by the rules, or to believe in miracles
Words chewed and spat out the remaining aftertaste
Then you can not go now I'm up to date
That there are tracks nerves money or experience
What a place next to the micro desecrated and trampled
When Grandma will come with a scythe and a hellish pit bull
Devalue all your road wheels and boule

I like rap, in general, I made a choice
But the style of clothes did not accept and withdrew from the pack
Wide pants-type fashion Hasler Bronx
Really catchy inevitability of poor adolescents
And the frame for blacks gankstery their mother
For them, while spending the money taken
These jeans that have been five generations of brothers
And the youngest sitting as the newfangled dress
And new clothes pulled up Tipo male breast
Rechetativom convinced he was not ridiculous Kritinia
What is rich in steep and so all life to go
Each new character insisted that he is one.
Ships of the world will not work to its pier
On someone else's happiness is always viewed from afar
In this note originated our Art
And you give birth verbal Lajoux I suppose you live in the same

All my life I teach what is right and decides for himself
To live by the rules, or to believe in miracles
Words chewed and spat out the remaining aftertaste
Then you can not go now I'm up to date
That there are tracks nerves money or experience
What a place next to the micro desecrated and trampled
When Grandma will come with a scythe and a hellish pit bull
Devalue all your road wheels and boule

Master unceremoniously I read you persecute
I sing you noesh I tell you moan
replaced by low-alcohol beverages on pedo culture
It became fashionable, and led every moron
Re-read my Gopnik will move to the mode you want
Yes, I'll die but you still stay behind
tell us yes ladies and gentlemen,
Shut the star we cure your city
The meaner society the stronger our shield
Pity for the slave to save children and women
We lived for a long time remained in the shadows just a little
Do not fall under the nozh lies your weakness.
As Jesus came out against the crowd one by one
Knowing that will not save the preaching of the Spear
Just with a microphone in his hand with a marker on golovvoyu
Rechetativa warrior looking for the truth of which tracks are

All my life I teach what is right and decides for himself
To live by the rules, or to believe in miracles
Words chewed and spat out the remaining aftertaste
Then you can not go now I'm up to date
That there are tracks nerves money or experience
What a place next to the micro desecrated and trampled
When Grandma will come with a scythe and a hellish pit bull
Devalue all your road wheels and boule