Lyrics Ноггано - Жизнь

Rost Angeles san off your shores
I began my journey do not forget Rostov
As I remember the days of past glory
Street sagas swinging not weak
Routes to Aksay, hookah, citar
Thick, street, Platovoy cellar
Buhalovo before the dawn, the end of the smoke
Tusim building in the city center, Cyperhill
Sweet landings, harvest
Hot driving at the Small in the hut
By the way, the second school I am full of uma
Director with a request here not to swear
We are young - just give us a reason
Kipish trash and throw in different directions
Now, remembering all this
And so about this these couplets
Rostov, Garden, Draft
The first real rap engine was right here.
Diman, Hotdog, Jay, Gura, Fedos, Bes talk on smoke breaks
I remember honeycomb, kolipsol coma
Pruschie fun from dvuhkubovye
The community of the Northern residential area
Bert, Fly, twins with a recitative
The first bits of Ishah studio
My city, My game, my people
Street Sounds, Slem, Duncan, Caste
First Blow then dear different
Nahalovka, Relocation, Summer kitchen
Wolf forgive me, for me cant, bro
So much white fluff hit the pupils
And even at night I wear dark glasses.
Starting from the slow I quickly captured
Kept those who died with those who survived
I wanted to quit, threw, God asked
I was asked, but I did not have enough strength
I threw, I was thrown and so on
As on the thumb and so pedal
Manili gave me chains
And if you start a guy, what are you going to do?
Locked up in a room with a mattress
With the belief that this pain was not in vain
But again Spanish plastic, a dozen
And if not white, then the best poppy yield
Did not become Stas, buried Corama
Alik was killed and I remember how my mother cried
And these recordings in the studio in Riga
Lyokha with his dreams of prestige
Then there were a lot of engines, but few such as
And so about this these couplets
As time went on I continued to squat
Releasing smoke through the open window
I almost said goodbye to this light in 2003
Overdose were, but this was the last
Clinic, hears me, as say so
I am ten years old and high
All in dust, I stood on the ashes
Beggar, but with faith in the Most High
Since I survived, then I must live
Must myself and those who gave me life
Everything has changed a lot of time has passed
But I remember all the time
Playing a part in this performance
I understand life is not a gift, is it?

Life, mazafaka not a gift
Not everything is as smooth as we would like
Fate has its own dealings on my account
Eagle or tails, odd or even ...
 
Life, mazafaka not a gift
Not everything is as smooth as we would like
Fate has its own dealings on my account
Eagle or tails, odd or even ...