Текст песни 12.F.One.smoke ft. OLD'Kude - Подземные коты

Bit presses on the ears, colored puddles
underground cats it's time to go outside
in the depths of the subway flying in a circle
not paying attention to the winter blizzard

push the gas pedal harder
to leave behind the crowd of gray mass
to the music of old school or jazz
you do have a chance

each brought up himself
when together we are like wasps
down with the coming winter
take your whole brain behind you

dictate rhyme one by one
like a janitor sweeping foliage with a broom
you can't mix us with anyone else
because there are no such, we buddies under the sky

we do not sleep in the afternoon, we cherish every evening
these two, show or portray
what we all understand in this matter
over the houses like the wind we fly

on x * pits to write to the monitor or sheet
This guys is not yours, but our lesson
trampled foot winston bull
and went to myself to write a new poem

there is a crane above your head
before it soars smoke from the chimney or fog
I'm throwing a couplet to listen to you
Yes. Here I am Smoke EF One