Текст песни Tsapa - Рождённый МС

Now every second born ms
My number one so just sebis not Besi,
I is not no strength, but against you on rasslabone
Even just so you have enough time on the massacre.

Father to Batlle, so that the part quickly,
My style nezhdanchik, if a loud shot.
Here, a quality product, it's my tray
Your track is shit, and you poke him in the nose.

In a dark alley badly beaten you,
After all, in your text lies and shit abundance.
I should blow and you will disappear like dust and smoke
The rap standing in place neither the amplitude nor syudy

A better throw this thing to hell,
But before that I was not a mother tightly.
I was usually made out on the facts of the opponent,
The following table estimates instead of facts passage there.

chorus:

This feels like that and became born ms
You then pass, but do not expect good grades.
(HEU) are waiting for fast flow and double Rhyme
Judges in sadness, but we are pleased that the bottoms.