Lyrics Маска - Кольца спирали
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Я победитель этой пары, но денег не платят,
И для надежной обороны, играю в подкате.
Мой оппонент заплатит в раунде, за проход,
Я кинул ему козырь, что бы он нашел свой выход.
Нудный, старенький style, ( твой )
Будет по круче, фристайл ( мой )
И для тебя буду испорченным и сладким фрустайлом,
Шуму надо – я знаю, штурмом брать – пьедестал, ( как ) как тетрадку, соперников мизинцем листаю.
Гнусный тип – оу щет паря, Серега в ужасе – запален,
Знай, что ты ни кто и звать тебя ни как.
Я на этой сцене закон и костоправ.
Карантин – и изолирую здесь всех,
Шторм кретин – надеяться на успех.
Я один – кто бросил вызов, против всех,
Валокордин – принимаешь, спит твой реп.
Припев:
Научить, Научить, как быть тру, как быть тру.
Завести, Завести, здесь толпу, здесь толпу.
Марафон, Марафон, но в аду, но в аду,
Ты братюнь, Ты братюнь, намба ту, намба ту.
Оу – все хотят бифа, оу – ты не слышал мифа.
Оу – Загнал тебя в кольцо, ты и твоя банда по уши в дерьмо.
I am the winner of this couple, but they don’t pay money,
And for reliable defense, I play in the tackle.
My opponent will pay in the round, for the passage,
I threw him a trump card to find his way out.
Tedious, old Style, (yours)
It will be cooler, freestyle (mine)
And for you I will be a spoiled and sweet frustail,
It is necessary to make a noise - I know, to take a storm - a pedestal, (how) as a notebook, I leaf through the opponents with a little finger.
The vile type is a steamy one, Seryoga is horrified - Sounded,
Know that you are no one to call you anyway.
I am on this scene the law and the bonfire.
Quarantine - and isolating everyone here,
Storm Kretin - hope for success.
I am alone - who challenged everyone, against everyone
Valocordin - you accept, your rap is sleeping.
Chorus:
To teach, to teach how to be labor, how to be labor.
Bind, get, here is a crowd, here is a crowd.
Marathon, marathon, but in hell, but in hell,
You Brother, you Brother, Namba Tu, Namba that.
Oh - everyone wants a bifal, oh - you have not heard a myth.
OU - drove you into the ring, you and your gang over your ears in shit.
And for reliable defense, I play in the tackle.
My opponent will pay in the round, for the passage,
I threw him a trump card to find his way out.
Tedious, old Style, (yours)
It will be cooler, freestyle (mine)
And for you I will be a spoiled and sweet frustail,
It is necessary to make a noise - I know, to take a storm - a pedestal, (how) as a notebook, I leaf through the opponents with a little finger.
The vile type is a steamy one, Seryoga is horrified - Sounded,
Know that you are no one to call you anyway.
I am on this scene the law and the bonfire.
Quarantine - and isolating everyone here,
Storm Kretin - hope for success.
I am alone - who challenged everyone, against everyone
Valocordin - you accept, your rap is sleeping.
Chorus:
To teach, to teach how to be labor, how to be labor.
Bind, get, here is a crowd, here is a crowd.
Marathon, marathon, but in hell, but in hell,
You Brother, you Brother, Namba Tu, Namba that.
Oh - everyone wants a bifal, oh - you have not heard a myth.
OU - drove you into the ring, you and your gang over your ears in shit.