Мастер Шeff ft.Al Solo - Свали с моего пути
текст песни

My world is like a mirror, rhyming baked
Heat broken glass heart
Wet baseball cap, rain baffles
The bad news is I put on the back shelves
Jumping, mustangs ...
Change Olds Mobil on the music disc
Throw the box is painted in pure form
Then he will stand at the bank Tolmatskogo
He insect Funk Hip-Hop little station,
With that comes a fast train to Jamaica
At Nike feet under the pebbles underfoot
Pick up a stick, I jump bungee
South on the right flank, north on the left
Who said you can not read the rap punks
Martini Bianko, olives on the tube
Shake limbs and skim
Maybe Afghan? no simpler weed
A couple of mouthfuls embracing a mulatto

Two rods each stroller, a little mash
In the pockets of the jar to remove strained
Verses on the paper beneath the name Al
Who sang, but how dare he raise his flag
Among the kings, owners of various fractions
To share everything with each other and have utihshih
It is time to change the spare alcoholics have
Replace the tired and move higher
Do you hear the smell of a mix tobacco with perfume
Do you hear both the body includes a blunt stylus Solo
Not Parker and sharpening rusty aiming at a weak point
Do not think that the words cost gift
I remember every word evil is not the rationale,
In my address, I'm just waiting,
The strategy was developed by me this fight
I do not play rap, I rap on money play

Svali out of my way, falling out of my way
Svali out of my way, falling out of my way
Beysya or run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run

I am a pilot, test pilot, the employer
Street prophet and writer
Scoring rhyme rhythms charmingly
If someone in gold, I mean in platinum
For this pay by bank transfer and cash
Statically I put a microphone that was still rhythmically
Symmetrically, I place something that is illogical
Loudly I say, what to think even tactfully
Street Kings barbarian tribe
Lost in the city, lost in time
Potyaryany in time in time in time
Potyareny in time in time in time
Broken rhyme untwist in pretzels
Selfish question pasterns hang on Tribes ????
Wherever you are, you are a witness
If you are not students, so you viewers
Today, I'm a winner, fame Thief
Who influence what will happen tomorrow in rap, huh ?!

To clear the way, I already raised his leg
Svali my way dangerous to think long
Volga, north, south, was not in short wherever
Around me girls around Lady
Instead of beer - a brand not R'n'B and BadV
Not rubles and euros, not friends and brothers White
Black give me Kutch, Japanese - cars
Dancing - Latinos, Moscow - locations cereal
In 100PRO all without an ax and not without a corkscrew
Not without ambition, and it's not without fee
Always I paid for everything that took
Although there are gave, what I did
The very fact bashlyaet who, for the same
Accumulated knowledge, I have always shared them
With the boys with their I money
if earned together, mingled,
honestly, according to the rules, after the stamped,
Do not give in to runs, if he heard where
Losers pussy, man does
Respect for a strong, firmly standing on his feet
Those whom you call real ...