Текст песни Fenikssss - По тактам

Friend, if my theme does not suddenly shake
It won't be hard for me to send you
Look around yourself
How poorly, dull?
Il, on the contrary, is wonderful, mutual
Yes, I like that, are you stupid, are you cool
Much fuck me there
By the fact of the few
By beats to beat accompaniment
So much so that the apponet is gone from everyday life.

Maine, collect hooves in hand
Fans, no you. You can die of boredom
Now thoughts from head to hand
A letter, a couple of lines, then a leaf.
On the wave, the muse will not pass in me
I am my irony, we are far from agony
Combining styles create symphony
In bright abundance may the ceremony be ...

Once there was a thirst for music
To everyone I am in my own language
Even Grandma will understand from the alley
Bratulya do clearly, echoing loudly
Do not give in to various interferences
Give yourself personal success
Keep muddy, what throws cool
in the sky in real life, not in a dream.
For me inserts turnips from rap
Yes the light will not go out there somewhere,
bye pen in the hands of the poet
Prosharen guy in his verses
The microphone and song is sung.