Текст песни Costeel - На Прицеле

You have not seen me come to life
You don't know how I died
I'm on the bullet, you're on the barrel
We tricked you
Instead of spice, threw chalk
You wanted him yourself
Rumor has it, spirits roam
You fly flops
You die of hunger
You choose to throw the cash
To us rather on the pocket
You are a damn addict
And now we chop the cache
Raising Nalik up
Rise from the bottom
After all, barygoy be easy
We hammer a new blunt
We wash down purple drank
Dope Force, dope cash
This is the ghetto, our quarter
I've been growing up since childhood
Gaining arsenal
In me subcultures merged
Dying in my dream
I give these dogs great
After all, they are hectic
Every day on the calendar
We are in the midst of Valim all
And on this wave of HYIP
Put on your armor
Two Barrel Vest
And we fly into this rap
On the game as on the wave
We dissect every day
Neither copied, nor bytil
I created my own style
My tracks are in the greenhouse
I raised them all myself
Call me costeel
I have absorbed all the trends
My tracks are like Bullet
Maimed, swallowed
You missed my headshots
Bullet fool you grabbed
It was a make-believe
We are on the spike track
Grow like yeast
Be extremely careful
Leaving us alone
Uncontrollable combat
Standing at the forefront
We'll all strip up
Breaking across the surf
Circling the whole country
Capture plan