Текст песни Sёма ёжiк - жизнь гангстера

I was born in a poor area
I went to school
Quickly I began rapping
The school had a problem
Because there were
Creeps and Blood
I survived in the Ghetto

I was a good student in the 3rd class
And then I began to receive 2 and 3
Then it became difficult
I made the first hit at home
Many believe me lohom
Fuck the rest

I did not care
I was looking for a new group
And they became kings of hip-hop
In the 6th grade I was sent
Clear snow on labor
But I did not go, and two
And an hour I came and said

I have not found a shovel
I got a 2-oyku
Returning to the theme of hip-hop
The first stamp hits were written by hand
I have read out the microphone
They have been with me a 2-wa frame with me

The war in the streets claimed many
Either I did not get on
As for me fired
In 2001, in 2002 I made
A short break
But soon again he returned to the rap scene

I am Hustle
And the money I do not know what to do
I set fire to them, fry, do burgers,
Not using ketchup
Broken tive
My friend Vanya childhood
A little bums there were from

Heifers were not given to me when I was poor
Chips ate about ten rubles
There hung tits
Then Weekly
Because it did not have an Internet
I had nothing to do

We had to watch a porn movie
There were some Hera
Birds in the area of ​​interest
I found a place turnips
Shot down like cotton was education