Текст песни Noize MC и Адик 220 - Статья в носке лежит

Noize MC:
With a contented muzzle I walk proudly through the city
The player who was killed Rastafarian hardly takes chords
The body shirt and shorts to wear a newspaper bundle
Cones vyshego grade dunesh? Too? - You will be dead
By law, the line between Rasta and junkies erased
Chess and boxing are one and the same - there is Sports
Not scratched by black, I do not wonder at the screw crosswords
But hard-nosed cops know firmly, I - narco bloody.
Twist noses cheerfully coconuts near the cake
Welcome to Russia - there does not need to search warrant
Hunting scream, that was heard to New York:
& quot; At 228 per zone for the plan that hardkord for something?! & quot; 228:
I grass - not poison, I shit on your manners!
Three employees of the right touch have no right!
Paranoia - who am I? Where I am? Maybe a couple of programs have ...
I do not remember even the name and carry nonsense
Set for takeoff, the pilot would go just about,
The course is a parachute. Out - exhale, inhale new
Oh, my God, famously swirl up laughter
And suddenly all the love around - sometimes tupanut not a sin.
Thoughts virus infected Posada and grow
Rasta MS can not express all the vagaries of cannabis
As if he shot quickly to light in summer and winter
Rod bumps in excess, but not for the coins!
It is no secret that the fall of sales - in my case file bits.
Room 228, the question is open.
I killed in the trash, the article is worn.
As smoke and smoke ... Do not thump, no offense!