Lyrics Маста, МС Белый, МС Check - Пацаны, а не мачо
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Только настоящие дойдут до конца,
Пожелай нам удачи,
Это улицы и клуб, это город Москва,
Пацаны, а не мачо
Я знаю, что кто-то считает мой стиль неверным,
Однако во всех клубах, в которых я был, я был первым.
И мне плевать на эти слухи и на всю отраву,
Всегда будет так, что всегда кто-то кому-то не по нраву.
Моя семья, два мс, две семерки джи, семьдесят семь
Плюс невидимый фронт в лице моих старших товарищей,
Понимай как хочешь,
Мы уважаем тех, кто с нами и днем и ночью.
Я все еще борюсь, 7 лет в игре жизнь,
Потрепало и тех, кто рядом, кого то съел эгоизм,
Лучших друзей не бывает, бывают хуеплеты,
Куча подруг сторчались в поисках чего то.
Однако моя жизнь, то, что дороже злобы,
И мне лучше воздать уважение до босоты,
Чем жать руки уродам и ...
Городам восклицаем, это два мс
Только настоящие дойдут до конца,
Пожелай нам удачи,
Это улицы и клуб, это город Москва,
Пацаны, а не мачо
На сцене или возле нее, я знаю это мое,
Так уж сложилось, но рэп - для меня это все.
И нам это суждено, мы бьемся все за одно,
Пять лет это не делал, но сейчас скажу йоу.
Мы не играем в кино, не ездим на каенах,
Любим с лимоном пивко, не строим джентльменов,
Те же, что и прежде, просто чуть-чуть побогаче,
За садовым квартира, на шести сотках дача.
Мы еще надеемся на что то лучшее,
Верим, что развеются над головами тучи,
Мы выкладываемся по полной в студии и в клубе,
Отдаем вам всех себя, веря, что потом воздастся в кубе.
Дворовые пацаны, теперь гламурные типы,
Ездим на метро, автобусах, такси,
Неважно какой ты, а важно, что внутри,
Если ты с нами, в знак уважения руки подними.
Только настоящие дойдут до конца,
Пожелай нам удачи,
Это улицы и клуб, это город Москва,
Пацаны, а не мачо
Если вы мои друзья, если вы мои друзья,
Поднимите вверх бокалы, выпейте их за меня,
Если ты моя подруга, подними вверх руки,
Если ты мой друг, дай мне больше уважухи.
Если вы мои друзья, если вы мои друзья,
Поднимите вверх бокалы, выпейте их за меня,
Если ты моя подруга, подними вверх руки,
Если ты мой друг, дай мне больше уважухи.
Только настоящие дойдут до конца,
Пожелай нам удачи,
Это улицы и клуб, это город Москва,
Пацаны, а не мачо
Only the real ones will make it to the end
Wish us luck
This is the streets and the club, this is the city of Moscow,
Boys, not macho
I know someone thinks my style is wrong
However, in all the clubs I've been to, I was the first.
And I don't care about these rumors and all the poison
It will always be so that there is always someone who is not to someone's liking.
My family, two ms, two sevens gi, seventy seven
Plus an invisible front in the face of my older comrades,
Understand as you want
We respect those who are with us day and night.
I'm still fighting, 7 years in the game life,
I also beat those who are near, someone eaten by selfishness,
There are no best friends, there are hoeplets
A bunch of girlfriends scrambled in search of something.
However, my life, that which is dearer than malice,
And I better pay homage to the bare feet
Than shaking hands with freaks and ...
We exclaim to the cities, that's two ms
Only the real ones will make it to the end
Wish us luck
This is the streets and the club, this is the city of Moscow,
Boys, not macho
On stage or near it, I know it's mine
It just so happened, but rap is everything for me.
And we are destined to, we fight all for one
I haven't done it for five years, but now I'll say yo.
We don't play movies, we don't drive caennes
We love beer with lemon, we don't build gentlemen,
Same as before, just a little richer
Behind the garden apartment, a dacha on six acres.
We still hope for something better
We believe that clouds will fly over our heads,
We give our best in the studio and in the club
We give all of ourselves to you, believing that we will then be rewarded in a cube.
Yard boys, now glamorous types
We travel by metro, buses, taxis,
It doesn't matter what you are, but what's inside is important
If you are with us, raise your hands as a sign of respect.
Only the real ones will make it to the end
Wish us luck
This is the streets and the club, this is the city of Moscow,
Boys, not macho
If you are my friends, if you are my friends,
Raise your glasses, drink it to me
If you're my friend put your hands up
If you are my friend, give me more respect.
If you are my friends, if you are my friends,
Raise your glasses, drink it to me
If you're my friend put your hands up
If you are my friend, give me more respect.
Only the real ones will make it to the end
Wish us luck
This is the streets and the club, this is the city of Moscow,
Boys, not macho
Wish us luck
This is the streets and the club, this is the city of Moscow,
Boys, not macho
I know someone thinks my style is wrong
However, in all the clubs I've been to, I was the first.
And I don't care about these rumors and all the poison
It will always be so that there is always someone who is not to someone's liking.
My family, two ms, two sevens gi, seventy seven
Plus an invisible front in the face of my older comrades,
Understand as you want
We respect those who are with us day and night.
I'm still fighting, 7 years in the game life,
I also beat those who are near, someone eaten by selfishness,
There are no best friends, there are hoeplets
A bunch of girlfriends scrambled in search of something.
However, my life, that which is dearer than malice,
And I better pay homage to the bare feet
Than shaking hands with freaks and ...
We exclaim to the cities, that's two ms
Only the real ones will make it to the end
Wish us luck
This is the streets and the club, this is the city of Moscow,
Boys, not macho
On stage or near it, I know it's mine
It just so happened, but rap is everything for me.
And we are destined to, we fight all for one
I haven't done it for five years, but now I'll say yo.
We don't play movies, we don't drive caennes
We love beer with lemon, we don't build gentlemen,
Same as before, just a little richer
Behind the garden apartment, a dacha on six acres.
We still hope for something better
We believe that clouds will fly over our heads,
We give our best in the studio and in the club
We give all of ourselves to you, believing that we will then be rewarded in a cube.
Yard boys, now glamorous types
We travel by metro, buses, taxis,
It doesn't matter what you are, but what's inside is important
If you are with us, raise your hands as a sign of respect.
Only the real ones will make it to the end
Wish us luck
This is the streets and the club, this is the city of Moscow,
Boys, not macho
If you are my friends, if you are my friends,
Raise your glasses, drink it to me
If you're my friend put your hands up
If you are my friend, give me more respect.
If you are my friends, if you are my friends,
Raise your glasses, drink it to me
If you're my friend put your hands up
If you are my friend, give me more respect.
Only the real ones will make it to the end
Wish us luck
This is the streets and the club, this is the city of Moscow,
Boys, not macho