Текст песни Timati, Dzhigan, L'One, Mot - Туса

MSC! Moscow! 1-3! Yeah!
BlackStar mafia! BlackStar!
Make it louder!
Somehow so, now everything will be. Yes Yes!
Our syndicate. You know...
Mot!
Jigan!
The mote sticks the cho.

In my tus there are no mice, because we are cats.
My tusa from Moscow, your tus ... Who are you?
Yes, you follow me. Your prism is the Internet.
I flip through Instagram - it makes me ** t.

It's from the chapel bit. Yes, he's really cool.
I'll close my mouth now, let my Visa says.
This Maybach is Cash. Your "Beth" - a loan!
My tusa is a gym, your fate is cellulite.
My baby in "Givenchy", your baby in "Top Shop"!

My love is "Isabel Marant" and it's good.
My tusa is L'One, my tusa is Jigan,
Together with us here is Mot.
This is Label "BlackStar"!

With an unshaven beard, but a shaved head!
My tusa with Malaya Bronnaya is always beside me! CH-CH-CH-CH!
Black cars at the entrance? - Do not rush! A!
This is my tuta here, stand by! Wow!

There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!

Even the President sleeps more often than we do!
Athletes pumped in banks less than we do!
Bankers see piles of money less often than we do!
Campaign tusy steeper from Moscow is not, than we are!

Every day, chic!
I'm standing on top of the World, like Bob Garner.
Two hours of sleep, the "Terminator" mode.
Unshaven and hungry to victories, like Gene Alligator!

If the devil wears Prada, God - wears Jordan!
My tusa is beyond nominations and records!
Tomorrow, as today - everything will be "Cheerful!"
We do not ask fashion! You know, we are Fashion!

Poof! I always explode! By screws!
The next stop is a dream!
The morning express is not life, but Felicita!
Coins drip rain on our accounts!

There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!

Moth stelit! Che, have you sat down? The new player in the case.
On the label - two weeks, everyone remembered barely!
Djigan is a mountain! Timon is the guarantor!
L'One - had a beard. BlackStar - to all cities!

Mot-a-Capella, the chapel - at the fairy tale!
All our aces are sharper than Tabasco sauce!
Ha! SchA, schA boys, wait, it will be even more acute.
Come on! Come on!
- Sure sure!

Talk to me, it's true for rhymes, for cities, for songs.
Save the loaves, the world, alas, is so small.
In size, I concede to Brad Pitt,
I stand for the elite, albeit let and not shaved,
But the starts are not shot down. Huh ...

Someone - s * ki, someone - whiskey.
We need hands and sold out full in Olympic.
We rock cities, cars and private beaches.
BlackStar - this company does not knit brooms!

There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!

You're just a kitchen gangster and you'll never be in the ring!
You - pumping p * rn * hu, my biceps - shakes the bar.
In this tournament, you are the announcer, that we are harassed by schA tales.
I will take you to the ground, like Kane Velasquez.

Gee, on black colors and on black molding.
In the ink all the body, she is already in her underwear.
While we carve sparks with elbows, you do not dance -
It's because you're a stone.

And I like all this stuff.
All our tusa does not disappear from the posters.
Do not be at the poker table to those who are called "Fish".
We make money while you're sweet.

Even in the course my rabbi.
Ha! Shalom, that our tesa is number one!
The "green president" burns in the City atmosphere.
Success clings to your hands, because we have set up networks!

There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
There is nothing steeper than my tusa!
Nothing is steeper than m