Текст песни GS - Подозрительные лица

Ivan, you are the air on the way
Where you do not look, no one knows who you are
Bosco, like a cuticle with nails
A squat will be cut out, and
Know You need to do legs in a crowd,
I am your uncle too hard.
Greime takes you on a last journey.
Buddy, Ivan
You dust - air!
Mouse - hide!
Himself - easy!
Grime - catchy!
Merged type that knocks
Own east coast or west coast according to GOST
Dust - air!
Mouse - hide!
Himself - easy!
Grime - catchy!
Penza holds you
In the last path, Ivan

I'll show you rappers Kuzkin's mother,
You brought me, not the bumpy hungry to the house.
I paranzhu throw off your face,
Remember my words, you will be broken,
Like you full of man, your destiny
It is a cab for years to beat against the wall.
Stuck into the meat of a carrier, you are like Atlantis
Drown in the insults without a trace.
You write the tracks of consonance for the sake of,
They do not have a soul or a sharp reading
To the joy of a wretched flock you are led to a HYIP,
Dressing here is not worth the sheepskin.
What album sales are you talking about?
You're lost in battles like Chet or Hyde!
I am not devils with you, I am honest
Come try me you read schmuck!

Ivan, you are the air on the way
Where you do not look, no one knows who you are
Bosco, like a cuticle with nails
A squat will be cut out, and
Know You need to do legs in a crowd,
I am your uncle too hard.
Greime takes you on a last journey.
Buddy, Ivan
You dust - air!
Mouse - hide!
Himself - easy!
Grime - catchy!
Merged type that knocks
Own east coast or west coast according to GOST
Dust - air!
Mouse - hide!
Himself - easy!
Grime - catchy!
Penza holds you
In the last path, Ivan

Do not dramatize
You are not my rival
I changed myself, changed the style,
And now I will throw off the stars on Earth!
You probably thought CD will give you PR?
In fact, something is not visible to the pragmatists ...
In your mouth you feet, CD, then he himself needs rap
No more than rap needed in the arctic!
In the images - you are wits, you are brutal,
As soon as you are asked for your words,
All with gloomy faces repent,
For the language can not justify anything.
For you pidery, yes only drug addicts!
Behind me - people, words like katanas
Words are hang gliders, words like methane, and
Do not stand on the way you do not stand on the way ...
To the root, see now, the sucker is suspicious,
Throw this you are a crook, poor fellow,
Tears on the jacket will be your holiday,
You have no dough, no talent ...
Forget this music, throw the rubbish out of your head,
You have a child, take care of him.
With all my heart, I wish you, lad,
Change, good luck in life!

Ivan, you are the air on the way
Where you do not look, no one knows who you are
Bosco, like a cuticle with nails
A squat will be cut out, and
Know You need to do legs in a crowd,
I am your uncle too hard.
Greime takes you on a last journey.
Buddy, Ivan
You dust - air!
Mouse - hide!
Himself - easy!
Grime - catchy!
Merged type that knocks
Own east coast or west coast according to GOST
Dust - air!
Mouse - hide!
Himself - easy!
Grime - catchy!
Penza holds you
In the last path, Ivan