Текст песни Xold feat. SireuZ - Правила

Lying on the bed on top of a white ceiling
I'm lying and thinking how I could
Leave your princes in principle easy
SIREUZ XOLD and MIA always give rap good

While we need to move at least once
By quiet start to make tracks just class
Yes, I understand that this is not perfection.
But we have creativity

It is a pity that now there is no Viti MVD
But when he will come back with him Pulisube

I do not say what we are right, and
as if we are saints, I just believe in our views
we are not stupid to whom in this world is now easy
We go up now we sing on the breakdowns for a long time

Need to make such things from the tracks
We must work on them together
If you want as we read
You just need 3 things to know

[Chorus]:
The first rule is not throwing boys
Or you will be among the most sealing, yarn roosters
The second rule - be a man
Or we spread your forehead with green, Ripped Gondon
Third Rule - Roth on Casov
We are remembered and we will turn you into a huge bong
The fourth rule - remember the first three
And if you do not remember - die!

And we do this business
All day traded chalk
And morons sniff it
All winter, spring, autumn and summer

Sireuz, Xold, MVD - everywhere
Your Cru, where is she? In pussy!
You have long been behind
We fuck so that everyone is in the mud

I rape you with your dance-time
And make resection with my favorite scalpel
This dubstep tears fuck your ears
But you despite pain continue to listen

This is a fresh shield from Bykhov City
You are the most glamorous - Pretty Kitty
Are you pussy on us? Rothen Wained
I am your new Führer, your new ruler

Whether you are a gypsy or a Jew
I dispute you about the door
Whether you are nigga or gay
You have a hundredfold pizdets, plebey

Do not rob, girl, come here
And I rupt you behind your feet like a cat
I hate dirty whores like you
And your fate to me to pussy

I intend to clear you all from dirt
Drown in shit and blood without ointment
All whores, bitch and pidoras
Better suicide into cartoons

I go to your house, I have sheets in my hands
You go to blame - you have worms in your mouth
Three main rules are written on my sheets.
And you shy in the soup - great brew!

[Chorus]:
The first rule is not throwing boys
Or you will be among the most sealing, yarn roosters
The second rule - be a man
Or we spread your forehead with green, Ripped Gondon
Third Rule - Roth on Casov
We are remembered and we will turn you into a huge bong
The fourth rule - remember the first three
And if you do not remember - die!