Кастэр - Нет ничего feat. Trif
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I have nothing
I'm just trying to fill the voids at least something
But there is nothing
Touches, fragments
And memory, like a fucking crypt - in it alive nobody
Where is smoke, drugs, relations, rap and Moscow
Only nothing
My Blok is my family, they will always cover
Two X, we really have nothing more!

And the money will not buy me a new life
I am born under a dead star
My nomadic path
They swear - in me something, but I know - there is nothing there
I smoke only with a white widow
I'll be back home only once
I have never passed anyone
Turn on the brother of rap past the Dapos on the ring
After all, they have nothing
God, keep our souls from high, confused and weapons
I gave a word to myself - not a hub
And all this fucking garbage around
Only real - we have nothing
I want more paint under the skin
I don't know how it will help
Cheaper, more expensive, I lived anyway
Already all this has been done, Lord
But we really have nothing
And these streets will not ask - what are you wearing, what for a label, what for core?
Why, there is nothing more?
So many smoke and stripes, bitches are spent from imported wheels
But there is nothing more for them
Capital nymphs twist their tricks
I explode Hai for 4 pieces and what?
They will not cut down, dumb bitch
What besides the ruble in their mouth - there is nothing inside them!

I'm just trying to fill the voids at least something
But there is nothing
Touches, fragments
And memory, like a fucking crypt - in it alive nobody
Where is smoke, drugs, relations, rap and Moscow
Only nothing
My Blok is my family, they will always cover
Two ix, we really have nothing more

[Trif:]
I am the main character of this quest
Music, texts - since childhood
In search of an eternally better place
The cold from the outskirts lives in my heart
I accepted the style that gave me the area
I know here everyone who stayed on it
With everyone in touch, Mamul Hello
With Kostyan, Connect became stronger than H.O.
Moscow - Reception, you are like a sister to me
This bitch is to eat, she left in the morning
Grandmas on the call, I shoot nal
I urged what I lost
Friends and useful contacts
Baby in the agent provocateur
I myself, I'm without dad
Pizjuk without talent
But ATMs say to me the opposite!

(Told the opposite every day, every day, everyone) ...

I have nothing
I'm just trying to fill the voids at least something
But there is nothing
Touches, fragments
And memory, like a fucking crypt - in it alive nobody
Where is smoke, drugs, relations, rap and Moscow
Only nothing
My Blok is my family, they will always cover
Two X, we really have nothing more!

I'm just trying to fill the voids at least something
But there is nothing
Touches, fragments
And memory, like a fucking crypt - in it alive nobody
Where is smoke, drugs, relations, rap and Moscow
Only nothing
My Blok is my family, they will always cover
Two X, we really have nothing more!