Lyrics Svyat - Let Dose
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Это же Свят, все кричат "О боже мой"
"Лучше б ты сдох", но "спасибо что живой"
Твои парни все косят под дурачка
Они играют до разрыва в два очка
Центра свободны
Сгоняю толпы, как единоросы
Я - залп Авроры, знал кого-то
Но подохну нищим, как Аль Капоне
Йе. Бокалы-галстук
Замажь всё это, как алебастром
Шлюхе смерть и дуракам доктрина
Сношу всех, как ураган Катрина
Панч (х 7)
Тонна панчей на квадратный сантиметр
Ну кто из нас баттл-рэпер, кто из нас баттл-рэпер
Град на Неве, в Белокаменной - снег
Куда не глянь, СПБ - МСК
Ты красишь бошку, трясешь абсентом
Ты не голос улиц, ты - голос центра
Это другая страна, это не барби-дом
Шкуры бухают водяру, а не пьют вино
Но выезжая за мкад, ты прячешь деньги, лох
Тут решают бабки, но не кэш-лимон
Это Правый город, мы по чесноку ведь
Я - это всё, что известно о Калуге
Мое знамя будет на Красной, как Путин
Набираем скорость и дрифтим на круге
Мне предлагают деньги, только забатли
Я не готов ехать, даже за бабки
Русский рэп мертв, извините за смерть
Я себя похоронил, чтобы открыть этот склеп
Панч (х 7)
Тонна панчей на квадратный сантиметр
Ну кто из нас баттл-рэпер, кто из нас баттл-рэпер
This is holy, everyone shouts "Oh my God"
"You'd better die, but" Thank you for alive "
Your guys mowing under a fool
They play before a break of two points
The center is free
I drive the crowds like unicorn
I am a volley of Aurora, knew someone
But I will die as a poor, like al Capone
Ye. Glass glasses
Love all this like alabastr
Whore death and fools doctrine
I demolish everyone like a hurricane katrina
Punch (x 7)
Tone of pancha per square centimeter
Well, which of us is the battles-rapper, which of us is the battles-rapper
Hail on the Neva, in white -stone - snow
Where don't look, St. Petersburg - Moscow
You dye the boshka, shake your absorption
You are not the voice of the streets, you are the voice of the center
This is another country, this is not a barbie
Skors thump Vodara, not drink wine
But leaving the Moscow Ring Road, you hide money, sucker
Grandmas decide here, but not a cache lemon
This is the right city, we are garlic after all
I am all that is known about Kaluga
My banner will be on red as Putin
We gain speed and drift on a circle
They offer me money, only strike
I'm not ready to go, even for grandmothers
Russian rap is dead, sorry for death
I buried myself to open this crypt
Punch (x 7)
Tone of pancha per square centimeter
Well, which of us is the battles-rapper, which of us is the battles-rapper
"You'd better die, but" Thank you for alive "
Your guys mowing under a fool
They play before a break of two points
The center is free
I drive the crowds like unicorn
I am a volley of Aurora, knew someone
But I will die as a poor, like al Capone
Ye. Glass glasses
Love all this like alabastr
Whore death and fools doctrine
I demolish everyone like a hurricane katrina
Punch (x 7)
Tone of pancha per square centimeter
Well, which of us is the battles-rapper, which of us is the battles-rapper
Hail on the Neva, in white -stone - snow
Where don't look, St. Petersburg - Moscow
You dye the boshka, shake your absorption
You are not the voice of the streets, you are the voice of the center
This is another country, this is not a barbie
Skors thump Vodara, not drink wine
But leaving the Moscow Ring Road, you hide money, sucker
Grandmas decide here, but not a cache lemon
This is the right city, we are garlic after all
I am all that is known about Kaluga
My banner will be on red as Putin
We gain speed and drift on a circle
They offer me money, only strike
I'm not ready to go, even for grandmothers
Russian rap is dead, sorry for death
I buried myself to open this crypt
Punch (x 7)
Tone of pancha per square centimeter
Well, which of us is the battles-rapper, which of us is the battles-rapper