Комната шума - комнатный
текст песни

Re -stained walls around me,
Behind the detachment, the same as November
It doesn’t matter if you have a foul
We have no worse towers here, our eyes are blushing from them
More and more fire of the same old hardening,
We make so that the head caught all the beats.
Until, this craving for a shirt has not exhausted inside me,
Hip-hop from the secret rooms of my soul.
We transfer the noise to the wires to your ears,
Strange, but in my throat it is increasingly drying and more often
Words fly out and smoothly grow a line
It’s not so difficult to leave traces for yourself,
Where there is a country in which you can live
I stay where the challenge is always false
Be careful here not always as it should be
This is a noise room, where everything is possible.

And they inspire us that someone ruled us
Manipulates people, does not bite their envy.
Puppets, control control,
Try not to lose, blow up, find salvation in yourself.
The one who is not subject to the storm of the premises is free
After all, to some time the law will chop an ax
Now it is not clear how much and how much here
And behind the shoulder is the same, but the other tone is a voice.
Come to your senses, coma is just a dream
A world of illusions in which you are surrounded.
Yes, to hell with him, that we will not become scientists,
Until the ship gave a leak, I am not sharpened.
The family gives a sprout, the sprout gives fruits
Periodically change the air to flowers,
I eat my words on the cipher of concrete.
We have someone to share with, then not subject to the law.
Yes, the museum fought harder and so that the pearl of more smoke
Noise room is not easy, contagging the walls with nails, I heard steps
It was changed to me from the inside.
Indoor. Do not rush to penetrate my head
We will sniff as we smoke in the evenings equally.
Not paranoid, but in words we will break the fences, we,
The music of the city is cut down by a beard with a blow.
Parishes new, another 1000 reasons
Why not everything is so simple, already on the face of wrinkles
Already translated with sound quality from our
Noise room was fucking before, and right now
We eat not porridge, but decoctions from soot basements
Smoke planted, in the area with Roma and Sasha
Again charged yaya, the battery will not sit down
Laying rhymes, we charge your memory
Take what I do
Having put the words on the bit, the idea of ​​the hook is heard,
When I smoke, as if hiding in the air
Remember. Noise room Id Skira DZU

AAAI. I touched the plate.
The indoors took off the invisibility hat.
In black and white pictures, pictures of evil
Like a portion of a museum, my craft
Housing rooms. Exclaim my feelings
Secret rooms, we will be remembered once and for all
Listen to the rooms noise, these sounds, brother, go to your house
Everything will turn behind a concrete wall
Structure. Babylon indoor all systems, all laws
Rhyme and two cartridges
They remove those clones from our way.
How not to twist, but without me this labyrinth can not be passed, you can’t pass.

Until the broth does not smoke in the flasks
Chef, Bula, Hip-Hap
Masters need meat.
Turnip is not a handful, but a mountain
Libra thoughts in a kilogram
Here is not a school ball, the top of Hook will fill the hall
And what do you call the word feces, our rhymes did not run out, like a jamb, that you gave me
Old Mata Faka Shelter underground
Five torn heads wander on sound squares
In earnest enchanted continue to think, so it is necessary
Ignore meetings with us, for we will make you cry
Mike, like an altar, not we guess
The scene is more than 1000 bills, not the time to spend
Films like knife wounds, wool on end
Will stand for rooms, not for a hangover
But in the eyes of fidelity more than faith
I continue my immersion forever.