Константа ft Пума и Колян - В поисках тру
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Не знаю плохо было ли или как надо,
Если б не тот кипеш в девяносто девятом
Теперь не стать мне манагером или клерком,
Сталь закалилась и прошла первую проверку.
С ума сошел тогда, закрылся дома лет на пять
Твердый не давал проснуться, а быстрый спать
Паранойю что за каждым углом злые ждут,
Двадцать пять лет - я все кончаю институт.
А мама хотела чтобы я вырос хорошим,
А я стараюсь быть хорошим, пока из всех прет гавно
Как из унитаза в который кинули дрожжи,
Мир не становится моложе
Спят как люди мои дома по ночам,
Наверное им тоже грустно, но они молчат.
Отсюда выхода нет как с подводной лодки,
А мы всю ночь лечим хандру русской водкой.
Шакаса мафиа, шакаса ми фар вей
Помнишь как раньше улыбались без лавэ?
В микрофон за сотку писали рэп на втором дне,
Время варило нас на медленном огне.
Многие уже поженились и замутили детей,
Мои дети эти строки, мой свет в темноте.
И вот теперь пишу до шести утра,
Из вентиляции слышу, как танцуют на крыше ветра.
Только ветер по-прежнему беззаботен,
Он возвращает эхо детского смеха из подворотен.
Остались единицы из многих сотен,
Я хотел бы вернуться, но вердикт времени бесповоротен.
Разменивая чувства и людей будто купюры,
Каждый день шаг в сторону небесные прокуратуры.
Встречаемся вечером, расходимся поутру
Вот так из года в год мы ищем тру.
Из года в год густеют краски, суша палитру
Вот так и мы палим тру по литру.
В лужах синее небо, жаль что белые точки
Отражаются в нем только ночью.
Константа и Пацан Рекордз ёпт. Все пацаны в кепках.
Замшевый, граммы взвешенный
Таз заезженный - дошуршит куда надо.
Надо ежели, от Юпитера до Питера
Пулы хватит у кондитера.
Столица Севера таких еще не видела,
В воду балласт Кате и паси посыл внимательно.
От души тема кстати брат,
Как зелени Катенька, на крыше стопарик таких же хрустящих, аккуратненько
С нами тягаться куда вам батенька?
Статика. Братик лабает мясо без салатика.
Без ярких примеров и все так же битая тематика.
Зато никого не напрягаю, как коробка автоматика.
А тот что вечно по радио Керя зовут, как тебя
Мне вообще-то знать не обязательно,
Просто чтобы было складно, зайду-ка с тыла плавно,
В пизду ваш вход в парадной.
Разменивая чувства и людей будто купюры,
Каждый день шаг в сторону небесные прокуратуры.
Встречаемся вечером, расходимся поутру
Вот так из года в год мы ищем тру.
Из года в год густеют краски, суша палитру
Вот так и мы палим тру по литру.
В лужах синее небо, жаль что белые точки
Отражаются в нем только ночью.
I don't know if it was bad or as it should,
If the wrong Kipesh in the ninety -ninth
Now not to become me a manager or clerk,
Steel hardened and went through the first check.
I went crazy then, closed at home for five years
The hard did not allow to wake up, but fast to sleep
Paranoia that the evil is waiting for every angle,
Twenty -five years - I have been ending the institute.
And my mother wanted me to grow up good
And I try to be good while all the rummaging
As from the toilet into which the yeast threw it,
The world does not get younger
Sleep like my people at night at night
Probably they are sad too, but they are silent.
From here there is no way out of the submarine,
And we are treating the spleen of Russian vodka all night.
Shakasa Mafia, Shakasa Mi Far Way
Remember how you used to smile without lava?
In a microphone, a rap was written in the second day for a hundred.
Time cooked us over low heat.
Many have already married and muddied children
My children are these lines, my light in the dark.
And now I'm writing until six in the morning
From ventilation, I hear how they dance on the roof of the wind.
Only the wind is still carefree,
He returns the echo of childhood laughter from the gateway.
There were only a few of many hundreds,
I would like to return, but the verdict of time is irrevocable.
Exchanging feelings and people like bills,
Every day a step towards the heavenly prosecutor's office.
We meet in the evening, diverge in the morning
So from year to year we are looking for labor.
Paints are thickened from year to year, land palette
That's how we are wearing a liter.
The blue sky is in puddles, it’s a pity that white dots
Reflected in it only at night.
Constant and Board Records Ept. All boys are in caps.
Suede, weighing grams
The pelvis is hackneyed - it gets a place where necessary.
It is necessary if, from Jupiter to St. Petersburg
There are enough pools at the confectioner.
The capital of the north has not yet seen such
In the water ballast Katy and Pasi the message carefully.
From the heart, the topic by the way is brother,
Like Katenka’s greens, on the roof of the Stoparik are the same crispy, neatly
Where can you compete with us?
Statics. Brother climbs meat without a salad.
Without vivid examples and still a broken topic.
But I do not strain anyone, like a box of automation.
And the one that is always called on the radio, what is you
I actually do not have to know
Just to make it folded, I will come from the rear smoothly,
In the pussy your entrance in the front door.
Exchanging feelings and people like bills,
Every day a step towards the heavenly prosecutor's office.
We meet in the evening, diverge in the morning
So from year to year we are looking for labor.
Paints are thickened from year to year, land palette
That's how we are wearing a liter.
The blue sky is in puddles, it’s a pity that white dots
Reflected in it only at night.
If the wrong Kipesh in the ninety -ninth
Now not to become me a manager or clerk,
Steel hardened and went through the first check.
I went crazy then, closed at home for five years
The hard did not allow to wake up, but fast to sleep
Paranoia that the evil is waiting for every angle,
Twenty -five years - I have been ending the institute.
And my mother wanted me to grow up good
And I try to be good while all the rummaging
As from the toilet into which the yeast threw it,
The world does not get younger
Sleep like my people at night at night
Probably they are sad too, but they are silent.
From here there is no way out of the submarine,
And we are treating the spleen of Russian vodka all night.
Shakasa Mafia, Shakasa Mi Far Way
Remember how you used to smile without lava?
In a microphone, a rap was written in the second day for a hundred.
Time cooked us over low heat.
Many have already married and muddied children
My children are these lines, my light in the dark.
And now I'm writing until six in the morning
From ventilation, I hear how they dance on the roof of the wind.
Only the wind is still carefree,
He returns the echo of childhood laughter from the gateway.
There were only a few of many hundreds,
I would like to return, but the verdict of time is irrevocable.
Exchanging feelings and people like bills,
Every day a step towards the heavenly prosecutor's office.
We meet in the evening, diverge in the morning
So from year to year we are looking for labor.
Paints are thickened from year to year, land palette
That's how we are wearing a liter.
The blue sky is in puddles, it’s a pity that white dots
Reflected in it only at night.
Constant and Board Records Ept. All boys are in caps.
Suede, weighing grams
The pelvis is hackneyed - it gets a place where necessary.
It is necessary if, from Jupiter to St. Petersburg
There are enough pools at the confectioner.
The capital of the north has not yet seen such
In the water ballast Katy and Pasi the message carefully.
From the heart, the topic by the way is brother,
Like Katenka’s greens, on the roof of the Stoparik are the same crispy, neatly
Where can you compete with us?
Statics. Brother climbs meat without a salad.
Without vivid examples and still a broken topic.
But I do not strain anyone, like a box of automation.
And the one that is always called on the radio, what is you
I actually do not have to know
Just to make it folded, I will come from the rear smoothly,
In the pussy your entrance in the front door.
Exchanging feelings and people like bills,
Every day a step towards the heavenly prosecutor's office.
We meet in the evening, diverge in the morning
So from year to year we are looking for labor.
Paints are thickened from year to year, land palette
That's how we are wearing a liter.
The blue sky is in puddles, it’s a pity that white dots
Reflected in it only at night.