Текст песни Skit St-one - Сплетни

how much was spletney..a you have achieved?
I alone against the wind trying to climb the heights
my music is a nightmare for my ears the voice of nonsense
my text for the night do not drink, disturbed sleep

while I'm here I'll read until the language will disappear
when all I'm trying to lie one dobitsya truth
I touched the music and beat you down to business
believe me there is talent do you have time

skit st-one he did not have the rules of your morals
he gives his text until you steal someone else's flow
he was called squeaky and you just do Baskov
You listen not given until all the chorus arose

reading bad I tried to rise above how could I
I could consider myself to do so b I heard the people and
Now I try to do each time better than ever
changing itself in the texts zheskie in Track polite