Текст песни St1m - МУЗЫКА В МОЁМ СЕРДЦЕ ДО ПОСЛЕДНЕГО ДНЯ

I omit the glass and slow down the progress of
This love for the area and not a cheap bluff
I have year after year continue to believe in rap
Although behind the backpack is long gone
Inside, the good old stafchik of the nineties
I like this street attitude necessary as air
It's only 33 letters and seven notes
But none of us will not live without it
I grew up with the number of tapes on my shelf
I grew up with hip-hop in the town on the Volga
Breaking break and breaking the needle old Veg
To get for rap as a result of the first five-digit check
Mic check, in the ninety-ninth
And I send greetings to all our boys room
This music is in me, and my relatives every day it
I do not care, that all life because of her broken

Chorus:
In my heart, in my heart music
Until the last day
In my heart, in my heart music
And she's everything to me

This is the music of households and neighborhoods, rather than pathos clubs
In our yards and neighborhoods be silly pathos
Look around, there is no value for brands
Once here, you find yourself in a huge blender
My heart beats to the rhythm of the streets
Among the wide pants, backpacks and hoodie's
Among balonov with paint and old school vinyl
Ever since I was hooked
Two turntables and a mic! Mic!
One phat emcee on the set! Set!
I dragged to the last torn sneaker "Nike"
And I do not listen to what all listened
I'm hip-hop from head to toe
And it took me 10 years to become one
This music is in me and I am dearer day by day it
Spit that out for her whole life to break

Chorus.

If suddenly it happens that rap is no longer bring me the money
Leaving me to remember only the inscriptions on the body
And my fans will become fans of new idols
And my clips all channels will be removed from the air
I'm still going to do what I feel heart
Everything will still do what I do since childhood
Not because it is fashionable, but because they love
I now a ruble is not out of love to the ruble
From tags on trains to the First Channel
From the get-togethers at the entrance to the halls of goals
From the demos on dead «Shure» up to first-class studios
From the beginning, believing that everything will be so
I grew up, but has not grown rap
And, as before, buy my jeans navyrost
This music is in me, and my relatives every day it
I do not care, that all life because of her broken