Текст песни Брол - Это последний трек первого альбома

All that is pen and paper
For my life so many writing books
Another small from grade 8 under the Eminem of the song I understand I want to do
Cassette by the way gave the Witek rewrite
So many years ago no longer count
And before the old quasar that writes voice
Freestyle scoring imitating stars
there was no computer or internet
I never thought they would appreciate these couplets.
In a pleasant somewhere composing rap
People listen, express Respect
This is not a battle. I'm happy for those who are on the Olympus.
But rotten thoughts are born in an empty head.
And I last half a year every day
Especially at night when the city is heard
I go through a bunch of rhymes in my head
In vinape on computer I appreciate new bits
Thank you guys that helped them.
I live for the album I live to write
And if you squander without listening to the tracks
that something brol not that not that earlier in a nut
He would drink or smoke
Not in this essence bro understand
Happy days are too rare
What kind of freestyle is there, but I'm still trying
I try no matter what
The words fall in a notebook and optical fiber
They will bring to you with the speed of light
Let rarely in the verses talk about serious
But never too late tears will not help
Weak people can't stand the pressure
Take out the boys that are time tested
falls every look at Fedya
All of us have one heaven in a week, seven days.
But someone gets up to become stronger
And someone smoldering cigarette replacing life with pills
And there is nothing terrible in the pipettes scary when people live for this