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Под гнётом свинцового купола
В центре бессветного Урбана.
Дорогой, которая выбрана
Туда где встретим последний рассвет.
[sunshine]
Под гнётом свинцового купола
На улицах Урбана.
Под песню, что нами придумана
Туда, где встретим последний рассвет.
[sunshine]
Мне многие советуют, браза, пора завязывать
Мол, в жизни важны маза и материальная база.
У тебя взятая в кредит битая не раз чёрная мазда
И эти аэропорты, вокзалы и трассы.
Но каждый знает если Баста на сцене
Выкладка на сто процентов для тех, кто ценит.
И если даже погаснет звук, сгорят децибелы
Я лучше сорву связки, чем тормозну концерт.
Плевать где - на окраинах или в центре
В маленьком клубе или на серьёзной сцене.
Перед сотней человек или перед двумя тысячами
Исключительно в качестве, независимо от количества.
У меня в бричке блинчики с правильным рэпчиком
У меня в речи много непонятных словечек.
Сведение, мастеринг, компрессия, стерео
Мама твердит, мол, твои сверстники давно семейные.
Здесь неизлечимый трудоголик, фанатик
Если по дню не сделал хотя бы биток, то к вечеру ломает.
Тот, кто меня знает без сомненья скажет
Он, то есть я, с этим, то есть с рэпом никогда не завяжет!
Припев:
Под гнётом свинцового купола
В центре бессветного Урбана.
Дорогой, которая выбрана
Туда где встретим последний рассвет.
[sunshine]
Под гнётом свинцового купола
На улицах Урбана.
Под песню, что нами придумана
Туда, где встретим последний рассвет.
[sunshine]
Rich и beautiful, бутора надутые губы
Сутеры с гламурными перенапудреными дурами.
Колумбия тебе придаёт крутости, глупости
Харэ гнуть пальцы, пупсик, встретимся на улице.
Мне говорят, мол, надо завязывать
Я убиваю глаза в Playstation на большой плазме.
Месяцами зависаю в студии на Газе
Она мне названивает, мол, давай домой, завязывай.
По-жизни много соблазна, возможность быть обласканным властью
Стать бесхребетной мразью.
Петь на праздниках прокисшей солянки
И приземляться за звания, титулы и ранги.
Мне говорят, братка, время завязывать
Нужно зарабатывать, копить, вкладывать.
Нужно быть терпимее, научиться сглаживать углы
И если вдруг стану таким - буду вынужден уйти.
Вон этот завязывал с рэпом дважды - не вышло
Мама верит, что завяжет однажды.
Мне 29 и для меня остаётся важным
Быть первым и реально первым небодяженным.
Мутить с типами текста в совместные песни
Независимо от крепости жести оставаться вместе.
Всё, что у меня есть ставить на карту
Знайте, я со всем этим завяжу, но врядли.
Припев:
Под гнётом свинцового купола
В центре бессветного Урбана.
Дорогой, которая выбрана
Туда где встретим последний рассвет.
[sunshine]
Под гнётом свинцового купола
На улицах Урбана.
Под песню, что нами придумана
Туда, где встретим последний рассвет.
[sunshine]
Under the yoke of a lead dome
In the center of the gloomy Urban.
Dear who is chosen
There where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Under the yoke of a lead dome
On the streets of Urban.
To the song that we invented
There, where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Many advise me, braz, it's time to tie
Like, in life, the maza and the material base are important.
You have a black Mazda taken out of credit more than once
And these airports, train stations and tracks.
But everyone knows if Basta is on stage
One hundred percent calculation for those who appreciate.
And even if the sound goes out, the decibels will burn
I'd rather break the ligaments than slow down the concert.
Spit where - on the outskirts or in the center
In a small club or on a serious stage.
Before a hundred people or before two thousand
Exclusively in quality, regardless of quantity.
I have pancakes with the right rap
I have a lot of obscure words in my speech.
Mixing, mastering, compression, stereo
Mom says, they say, your peers have long been family.
Here is an incurable workaholic, a fanatic
If the day did not make at least a cue ball, then by the evening breaks.
Anyone who knows me will no doubt say
He, that is, I, with this, that is, rap will never tie!
Chorus:
Under the yoke of a lead dome
In the center of the gloomy Urban.
Dear who is chosen
There where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Under the yoke of a lead dome
On the streets of Urban.
To the song that we invented
There, where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Rich and beautiful, butora pout
Sooters with glamorous over-powdered fools.
Colombia gives you cool, stupid
Harae bend your fingers, baby, meet on the street.
They say they say I need to tie
I'm killing my eyes on a Playstation on a big plasma.
Hanging for months in a studio in Gaza
She calls me, they say, let's go home, tie.
In life there is a lot of temptation, the opportunity to be treated by power
Become a spineless scum.
Singing on the holidays of sour hodgepodge
And to land for ranks, titles and ranks.
They tell me, brother, time to tie
You need to earn, save, invest.
You need to be more tolerant, learn how to smooth corners
And if I suddenly become so, I will be forced to leave.
This one got tied up with rap twice - it didn’t work out
Mom believes that she will one day.
I am 29 and remains important to me
Be the first and really the first non-possessive.
Stir up with text types in collaborative songs
Regardless of the strength of the tin, stay together.
All I have to stake
You know, I’ll tie it all up, but it’s unlikely.
Chorus:
Under the yoke of a lead dome
In the center of the gloomy Urban.
Dear who is chosen
There where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Under the yoke of a lead dome
On the streets of Urban.
To the song that we invented
There, where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
In the center of the gloomy Urban.
Dear who is chosen
There where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Under the yoke of a lead dome
On the streets of Urban.
To the song that we invented
There, where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Many advise me, braz, it's time to tie
Like, in life, the maza and the material base are important.
You have a black Mazda taken out of credit more than once
And these airports, train stations and tracks.
But everyone knows if Basta is on stage
One hundred percent calculation for those who appreciate.
And even if the sound goes out, the decibels will burn
I'd rather break the ligaments than slow down the concert.
Spit where - on the outskirts or in the center
In a small club or on a serious stage.
Before a hundred people or before two thousand
Exclusively in quality, regardless of quantity.
I have pancakes with the right rap
I have a lot of obscure words in my speech.
Mixing, mastering, compression, stereo
Mom says, they say, your peers have long been family.
Here is an incurable workaholic, a fanatic
If the day did not make at least a cue ball, then by the evening breaks.
Anyone who knows me will no doubt say
He, that is, I, with this, that is, rap will never tie!
Chorus:
Under the yoke of a lead dome
In the center of the gloomy Urban.
Dear who is chosen
There where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Under the yoke of a lead dome
On the streets of Urban.
To the song that we invented
There, where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Rich and beautiful, butora pout
Sooters with glamorous over-powdered fools.
Colombia gives you cool, stupid
Harae bend your fingers, baby, meet on the street.
They say they say I need to tie
I'm killing my eyes on a Playstation on a big plasma.
Hanging for months in a studio in Gaza
She calls me, they say, let's go home, tie.
In life there is a lot of temptation, the opportunity to be treated by power
Become a spineless scum.
Singing on the holidays of sour hodgepodge
And to land for ranks, titles and ranks.
They tell me, brother, time to tie
You need to earn, save, invest.
You need to be more tolerant, learn how to smooth corners
And if I suddenly become so, I will be forced to leave.
This one got tied up with rap twice - it didn’t work out
Mom believes that she will one day.
I am 29 and remains important to me
Be the first and really the first non-possessive.
Stir up with text types in collaborative songs
Regardless of the strength of the tin, stay together.
All I have to stake
You know, I’ll tie it all up, but it’s unlikely.
Chorus:
Under the yoke of a lead dome
In the center of the gloomy Urban.
Dear who is chosen
There where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]
Under the yoke of a lead dome
On the streets of Urban.
To the song that we invented
There, where we meet the last dawn.
[sunshine]