Текст песни Дима Культурный - Дом Культуры

This House of Culture
Yes, I'm a fool patlatogo
Hey, who's there?
Someone out there shares the profit Palam
I grew up on hip hop
This is not music
This brain stem
No cue to go to verse
He obyuzanny guy that that verse
We all love rap and Sergei too
It should be for the micro, in hlaminu and swollen mug
I would write on the body text of all of their songs
But for me and too much honor
It's a world I do not care
Though it and not a little tin
listen carefully
Hip hop his mother
On the second floor, five-storey building
I do not remember the code of the intercom
Hay? Anybody home?
Open, I was cold and hungry
Before proberaet shivering cold
But I stand at the door of the native threshold
Thank God, life is not brought blemish bottom
Contractor nugget
Good is bad, it does not matter
fuck all
Chorus
Delusional thoughts murderous
It seems not difficult to get to the truth
Together we will achieve all
Choose from darkness
2
Living with a bird's-eye view
It seems simple and without worries
And here's a new twist
He did not bring
Wind blows feet
And I'm just writing a simple
Summarizing
Music is the temple of freedom,
culture House
In inhabited and night on the flight
Larvae and fools
It may sound silly and stupid
But it is as well as breakfast in the morning
Carelessness is not a bad thing
Talking about one do not develop speech
It begins digradatsiya
In the wild dance of his mother
Devils dancing in the minds of
Disables self-preservation
There is a self
And prinyatno, at the end of verse
Do not forgive, and goodbye