Текст песни LIKIYD feat. 5PAM - Начало игры

This new new move changed books binding
Thoughts here / my flight /
Music rushing soul sings can someone will come
This mulzo with the outskirts here is not honey
We believe in good luck and what is lucky
Each of our own will take ....

Caught on the bits catch my works
We were on the style of thoughts-bullets you you
Pounded in the cocks, boys on sheets
On the bits you are visiting so you are nothing

Your huge jamb you are morally dried
My gang understands who brother and who so
Your rapak stupid marriage you asshole is a fact
Here the Ural Mountains in the subject thorough your flag

Quietly I go on the bit of these bitchs Klyanchant Fit
Type type type type type
Do not rush hu * nu torment
In this topic, I am more than a year man
The reason lucky was a lot of thoughts there.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAMBANUNO
On the heads of this hip hop culture

Not to breathe even in dreams
Bitter truth in our words
How on sharp knives, coup / threw this dust
I read here by changing myself
Past in the past there is no turn there
Show me the way that you have to go
Take New Scool MP3 format ...

Chorus:
Rapa Rapa iled this beginning of our game
Wait slowly you wanted rap
Guy hold!
On heads this is our wave
All shores
We cry Salam
The topic is not fascinated for the shouts of the soul
In the rhythm Emotushn we show us

Did not catch on the bits even drops of khaip
Not involved in the game of our Gestruyters
Pau Pau Pau .. the feeding further
Life intends to give

I'm painted and from the lowest to climb on top
Our main goal.
Prepared a target, you do not bear not at all
We caress not all, only those who are on top

Moving to Slow-Mo (Troryau). In the ears only Mulo
It makes sense to do forever for evil.
It is not clear how your Flower.
Again you trample and again in running
You are not comfortable our game,
You attacked you here, know this belly
Power from the Urals came to visit
Pau Pau Pau

Again in hand and micro, raise this coffin
Chita Chita Chitka Like a bullet right in the forehead
This Pau, Pa Paou dying charge
Not depending on the screens my squad arrives
You fell in my eyes, but I hope that you became
As if the schoolchild raises the mother of Ama Crime
Under the lip of myself threw, Vasya knew that it was Call
But in my opinion I have stopped thinking and stopped thinking ....

Chorus:

Rapa Rapa iled this beginning of our game
Wait slowly you wanted rap
Guy hold!
On heads this is our wave
All shores
We cry Salam
The topic is not fascinated for the shouts of the soul
In the rhythm Emotushn we show us