Текст песни П-13 - Ты гонишь

You all drive, I! You persecute ... Yes, you persecute, son ...
You drive (repeat) ...

I ride like Chapaev at his word, chopping off MC's heads,
Honor or sludge. On the ipadrome of rhyme, we are greyhound horses.
You are little ponies in our background!
I ride like Chapaev at his word, chopping off MC's heads,
Honor or sludge. On the ipadrome of rhyme, we are greyhound horses.
You are little ponies in our background!

You persecute me and my people, son,
Trying to sound cooler, hey, slow down!
You shout that in the ointment, and yourself in the mud.
Appreciating the world like ecstasy
We don't play the game
Anyone who is ready to wage war.
Mo-lo-doy, who is she? The one who delivers the gem * rr * y to the house!
Look for me inside you. Rhymes, songs ardent, ah, one hundred percent!
How lime it is! We are doing the same as five years ago.
Cover your mouth or then cover your ass!
Do you know us !? No ... Then don't know better!
Count our victories, envy and stick:
How to rap, how to get respect
How to become famous without writing a check.
You shout that we have show-off in every word,
But it’s better to show off than to do something like you!
Shout: "We are Underground !!!" with the rhymes that every D ** n will write
It's funny to listen! Covering your ears and every f * cking ringing screams that he's the best!
But who is the best - I know myself !!! Greatest Hits is the thirteenth quarter!

You are driving ...! You don't rap - you moan !!! Who do you want to teach to live?
Son, you're drowning yourself! MC who can barely breathe, turn it down or
Let's throw it off the roof, spit on top
You are driving ...! You don't rap - you moan !!! Who do you want to teach to live?
Son, you're drowning yourself! MC who can barely breathe, turn it down or
Let's throw it off the roof, spit on top.

I am calmer than De Lai Lama,
But he was known as a boor, telling rappers that
Their place is in Smehopanorama. Guerrillas are psychos under the guise of hooligans
Singing revolvers, we fuck your clans.
I cut it in half uncompromisingly like a bisector.
My rhyme is meaner than the headmistress of the school.
On the rocker, on my side, a ton of weight!
From yours - to penny! Sharpened hook on the line, Shhh!
I hook! Over your speeches, like a Russian stove I burn!
Let's continue! Don't scare me with your Style, like the Elephant Pug - bark.
Do not boil! Let the tea go, study my parables with a magnifying glass, Ow!
[pe] printed, not a lucky number afterwards ("P-13") - horses among donkeys!
Appreciate our partners. And we laugh at the actors like a funicular.
We deprive male power, like prostatitis, gonorrhea - rhyme
The one that is more accurate than the calculation of the Jew. We shave the beards of the boyars,
Like Peter, I am the First. A gifted individual with a moral problem.
Masha, Oli, Julia, Lena know the taste of my * !!! * nation !!!
Dancing on your body, we drink "Odd" for you ("13")

You drive (repeat) ...
I ride like Chapaev at his word, chopping off MC's heads,
Honor or sludge. On the ipadrome of rhyme, we are greyhound horses.
You are little ponies in our background!
I ride like Chapaev at his word, chopping off MC's heads,
Honor or sludge. On the ipadrome of rhyme, we are greyhound horses.
You are little ponies in our background!

You are driving ...! You don't rap - you moan !!! Who do you want to teach to live?
Son, you're drowning yourself! MC who can barely breathe, turn it down or
Let's throw it off the roof, spit on top
You are driving ...! You don't rap - you moan !!! Who do you want to teach to live?
Son, you're drowning yourself! MC who can barely breathe, turn it down or
Let's throw it off the roof, spit on top.