Текст песни musician - женя, спой нам рЕп

Zhenya, sing us a rap, you fucking poet,
shake my head at each new track is yours and try to enter the text. (In every line!)
you do not have the same position among all the noobs out there,
they read about rayonchik, basins and about his entrance.

you just you push all your intelligence rich to give an answer to anyone
who wants to get on the asphalt chalk portrait.
Listen carpe diem. you are so eager to hear me.
so you earn your fucking rap! (a!)

All your essence - is popizdet those
who knows how to do something better than you - the victim for fun.
remove anger on them, but such a person
no longer will give you a helping hand in the most difficult moment,

it is no longer the case, they have a knife on you in the back,
even eye did not look at the suffering of former colleagues.
but no matter how much I did not show to your eyes light
still I hear in the back: "Well, Zhenya, sing rap us!" - "No ..."

"Jack, we sing rap, you're a poet, as a friend, one verse,
you better not. let's read out to us for Respect. "
roundnose contingent lowers self-esteem
themselves when they hear the answer. (OU.)