Текст песни Original Новый feat WD - Свобода

(New)
I am not a stoic who sold my freedom
I am the one who gave you the beat by wire
Much has been said, courtyards of the arch
Padiki, and we are all also on adik and nike.
This beat is spinning my head and I'm listening to it with your recitals
what I have on the willow I tell you
Straight to your face that my lines are not auctioned
And whores are everywhere who collect gossip behind their backs
Maybe I'm not who I was before
But time changes us it only leaves the best
The truth is, it is true.
Only a bitch can throw Brother.
No matter how cool all the time, it is essentially on the way.
on the way to you and me who reads for a low pelvis
and who says that he will not sell himself and his own people.
I am sure that my rap will not betray me.

(Chorus).
I am the one who started writing a story about myself
You don’t have to dread to write rap
You can quietly dump out of this vanity
But in this city you need to be able to create what to live.

I am the one who started writing a story about myself
You don’t have to dread to write rap
You can quietly dump out of this vanity
But in this city you need to be able to create what to live.

(WD)
Basements wet, with tears and snot
Filled with heads
Boys, streets
Local parsing in young rap is spinning.
Thoughts, those that were pure at eleven
At sixteen, unbridled, but already chosen.
... and behind the foam, faces slouch to walk along these dark streets of Underground rap - hits to defeat from the streets of our Russia
The canons of my priorities are blown by the wind
To the chords of beautiful melodies in retro style, and I throw myself thinking about how to live beautifully on the streets yearning for the flank of the car with the help of these plants I raise the mood with the help of these plants and I'm not in the subject of this system everyone is eager for power waiting for the suit to come out and will scamper with happiness to pierce strange phrases are not connected with anything

(Chorus).
I am the one who started writing a story about myself
You don’t have to dread to write rap
You can quietly dump out of this vanity
But in this city you need to be able to create what to live.

I am the one who started writing a story about myself
You don’t have to dread to write rap
You can quietly dump out of this vanity
But in this city you need to be able to create what to live.