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Мамочка дипломчики получает за деточку
Ставит их на полочку, в рамочку и на стеночку
Вешает уже позже их рядом с портретом мальчика
"Всё будет хорошо", повторяет себе навязчиво
А как иначе-то?
Годы вряд ли коту под хвост
Пойдут, ведь начисто
Стёрта с памяти будет злость
На обстоятельства,
Что мешали ребёнку жить
Пришлось корячиться,
Зато вырос какой мужик!
Гордость берёт
Он по жизни только вперёд
Будет идти, ведь смог не ступить он на тонкий лёд
Спился отец, но парень ни капли в рот не берёт
Да и в вузе одни пятерки, героем был для неё
Даже с самого детства, годами там голодали
Но он всего лишь терпел и всегда, помогая маме,
Так прилежно учился и не покладая рук,
Он трудился и ей повторял, что богатой вдруг
Станет она однажды, и как-то, курсе на третьем
Он пришел домой с пачкой денег, тут же ответив
На вопросы "Откуда и как", улыбаясь, гордо
Мама, я наконец-то себе отыскал работу!
Обещаю, учеба не пострадает!
Удаленно учиться стану, пока не
То чтобы слишком много мне платят, но хватит точно
Чтобы отдать долги, только я буду занят, впрочем
Все дипломы и грамоты все теперь
Будут в вузе моём за меня отдавать тебе.
Мама, конечно, что-то почуяла, но увидев
Как ее сын был счастлив, забыла всё тут же, выйдет
Что-то ведь из него, она знала с детства, и вот
Он солиднейший человек, в доме много денег и мод-
Ные носит костюмы он, правда, странно немного
Что он в их доме держит кучу разных коробок,
Что на купюрах белые пятна и ходят слухи,
Что её сын работает с чем-то довольно жутким
Он криминальный гений, твердят соседи, но так-то
Он заверял: "Не верь им, родная, это неправда"
Чтобы никто не спрашивал, что я делаю, мамочка
Возьми диплом этот и повесь его в рамочку
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(2 часть)
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Этот бит настолько фонк, что под него дрифтуют тачки!
Оппонент настолько плох, они дрифтуют по нему!
По останкам его тела, что смешалось тут же с грязью
На дороге до финала, наведу тут кутерьму!
Алекс Ван? Нет, блять, Саша Два. Тут пошла молва
Что тебя, очень страшного,
Надо за слова
Подтянуть, ведь ты не знаешь, как базарить рьяно, а
Я тебя тут закопаю, чтоб не встал ты заново
Чел, ты серенький-серенький, это крайне банально, но
Рэп твой, веришь ли, беден был на метафоры, мало их
Предъявлял всем за серость, чувак, но всё, что ты смог
Сказать, что "пол моего - это потолок твоего"
Ну, и ещё вставил в трек свой пару цитат оппонента
Чтобы все сразу же въехали, что он байтер нелепый
Звучит ебать бадибэжно, раздражаешь, убогий
Ты предъявляешь за серость в точности как по шаблону
Вставил в трек схему по покеру, порадовать ребят
Но забыл, что о нём русские ребята говорят
Только в баттловом кругу и на Энфилде, парень, шаришь?
Что-то я не вижу, что у тебя на спине "Аршавин"
Отсоси! Твой хип-хоп крайне беден и дико слаб
Твои строчки я отправил бы дедушке по Whatsapp
Поздравляю с днём победы, дедуля, ты молоток
Ты сражался, чтобы пол моего был твой потолок
Ты нам пел, / что вся жизнь игра / и желал нам вслух
Чтоб релиз / ее был всегда / без багов на шлюх!
Что за дичь! / Если это баг, / то, считай что, сука
На хотфи/ксе ты мигом там/ застрянешь в текстурах
Демиургом себя возомнил ты так-то
Читал, что мы живы лишь, когда наш игрок будет рядом
Америку, блять, открыл! Да всем ведь и так известно,
Что мы бы давно не существовали без Рифмабеса
Самое грустное, дуралей
Что пока такие, как ты, свои треки сдают скорей
Те, кто лучше тебя, опять забивают на полпути
Или просто кладут болта, чтобы с баттла опять уйти
Или ноют опять о темах, или о сроках сдачи
Веруя в то, что судьи кого-то опять протащат
Ладно уж, чо, проехали, гляньте-ка парни, ась!
Тачка Петровича завелась,
Ведь этот бит настолько фонк, что под него дрифтуют тачки!
Оппонент настолько лох, они дрифтуют по нему!
По останкам его тела, что смешалось тут же с грязью
По дороге до финала, наведу тут кутерьму!
Mommy receives diplomians for baby
Puts them on the shelf, in the frame and on the wall
Hangs them later next to the portrait of the boy
"Everything will be fine", repeats himself obsessively
How else?
Years are hardly a cat under the tail
They will go, because it is completely
Anger will be erased from memory
For circumstances,
What prevented the child from living
I had to scary
But what a man has grown!
Pride takes
He is only forward in life
Will go, because he could not step on a thin ice
Father drank, but the guy does not take a drop in his mouth
And there are only five at the university, the hero was for her
Even from childhood, for years have been starving there
But he just endured and always, helping his mother,
So diligently studied and not worshiping,
He worked and repeated to her that the rich suddenly
She will once become, and somehow, a course on the third
He came home with a bundle of money, immediately answering
To the questions "where and how", smiling, proudly
Mom, I finally found myself a job!
I promise, study will not suffer!
I will study remotely until
So that they pay too much to me, but that's enough for me
To repay debts, only I will be busy, however
All diplomas and letters are all now
They will give you to me at my university.
Mom, of course, sensed something, but seeing
As her son was happy, I forgot everything right there, it will come out
Something from him, she knew from childhood, and now
He is a solid person, there is a lot of money in the house and mod-
He wears costumes, however, a little strange
That he is holding a bunch of different boxes in their house,
That the bills are white spots and rumors go,
That her son works with something rather creepy
He is a criminal genius, the neighbors say, but so
He assured: "Do not believe them, dear, this is not true"
So that no one asked what I am doing, mommy
Take this diploma and hang it in a frame
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(2 part)
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This bit is so fest that cars are drifted under it!
The opponent is so bad, they drift on it!
On the remains of his body, which was mixed right there with mud
On the road to the final, I will bring a kuter here!
Alex Van? No, fucking, two. Then the rumor went
What are you, very scary
It is necessary for words
Pull up, because you do not know how to zealously basically, and
I will bury you here so that you do not get up again
People, you are gray-gray, it is extremely banal, but
Your rap, do you believe, was poor on metaphors, few of them
Presented to everyone for grayness, dude, but all that you could
To say that "my floor is your ceiling"
Well, and also inserted his pair of opponent quotes into the track
So that everyone immediately enters that he is a baiter ridiculous
It sounds to fuck badibezno, irritate, wretched
You present for gray exactly like a template
I inserted a poker diagram into the track, please the guys
But I forgot that Russian guys are talking about him
Only in the battle circle and on Enfield, boy, you are shaking?
Something I do not see that you have "Arshavin" on your back
Suck! Your hip-hop is extremely poor and wildly weak
I would send your lines to my grandfather on WhatsApp
Congratulations on Victory Day, grandfather, you are a hammer
You fought for my floor to be your ceiling
You sang us, / that the whole life of the game / and wished us out loud
So that the release / it was always / without bugs on the whores!
What a game! / If this is a bug, / then, consider that, bitch
On hotfi/ ksa you in an instant there/ get stuck in textures
Demiurge imagined yourself so much
I read that we are only alive when our player will be near
America, fucking, opened! Yes, after all, after all, it is already known
That we would not exist for a long time without rhymabes
The most sad, fools
That for now, like you, they are passing their tracks soon
Those who are better than you are scored halfway again
Or just put a bolt to leave the battles again
Or they whine again about topics, or about the deadlines
Believing that the judges will drag someone again
Okay, cho, drove, look at the guys, like!
Petrovich’s wheelbarrow started up
After all, this bit is so fest that car is driving under it!
The opponent is so shaggy, they are drifting on it!
On the remains of his body, which was mixed right there with mud
On the way to the final, I will bring Kuterom here!
Puts them on the shelf, in the frame and on the wall
Hangs them later next to the portrait of the boy
"Everything will be fine", repeats himself obsessively
How else?
Years are hardly a cat under the tail
They will go, because it is completely
Anger will be erased from memory
For circumstances,
What prevented the child from living
I had to scary
But what a man has grown!
Pride takes
He is only forward in life
Will go, because he could not step on a thin ice
Father drank, but the guy does not take a drop in his mouth
And there are only five at the university, the hero was for her
Even from childhood, for years have been starving there
But he just endured and always, helping his mother,
So diligently studied and not worshiping,
He worked and repeated to her that the rich suddenly
She will once become, and somehow, a course on the third
He came home with a bundle of money, immediately answering
To the questions "where and how", smiling, proudly
Mom, I finally found myself a job!
I promise, study will not suffer!
I will study remotely until
So that they pay too much to me, but that's enough for me
To repay debts, only I will be busy, however
All diplomas and letters are all now
They will give you to me at my university.
Mom, of course, sensed something, but seeing
As her son was happy, I forgot everything right there, it will come out
Something from him, she knew from childhood, and now
He is a solid person, there is a lot of money in the house and mod-
He wears costumes, however, a little strange
That he is holding a bunch of different boxes in their house,
That the bills are white spots and rumors go,
That her son works with something rather creepy
He is a criminal genius, the neighbors say, but so
He assured: "Do not believe them, dear, this is not true"
So that no one asked what I am doing, mommy
Take this diploma and hang it in a frame
---------
(2 part)
---------
This bit is so fest that cars are drifted under it!
The opponent is so bad, they drift on it!
On the remains of his body, which was mixed right there with mud
On the road to the final, I will bring a kuter here!
Alex Van? No, fucking, two. Then the rumor went
What are you, very scary
It is necessary for words
Pull up, because you do not know how to zealously basically, and
I will bury you here so that you do not get up again
People, you are gray-gray, it is extremely banal, but
Your rap, do you believe, was poor on metaphors, few of them
Presented to everyone for grayness, dude, but all that you could
To say that "my floor is your ceiling"
Well, and also inserted his pair of opponent quotes into the track
So that everyone immediately enters that he is a baiter ridiculous
It sounds to fuck badibezno, irritate, wretched
You present for gray exactly like a template
I inserted a poker diagram into the track, please the guys
But I forgot that Russian guys are talking about him
Only in the battle circle and on Enfield, boy, you are shaking?
Something I do not see that you have "Arshavin" on your back
Suck! Your hip-hop is extremely poor and wildly weak
I would send your lines to my grandfather on WhatsApp
Congratulations on Victory Day, grandfather, you are a hammer
You fought for my floor to be your ceiling
You sang us, / that the whole life of the game / and wished us out loud
So that the release / it was always / without bugs on the whores!
What a game! / If this is a bug, / then, consider that, bitch
On hotfi/ ksa you in an instant there/ get stuck in textures
Demiurge imagined yourself so much
I read that we are only alive when our player will be near
America, fucking, opened! Yes, after all, after all, it is already known
That we would not exist for a long time without rhymabes
The most sad, fools
That for now, like you, they are passing their tracks soon
Those who are better than you are scored halfway again
Or just put a bolt to leave the battles again
Or they whine again about topics, or about the deadlines
Believing that the judges will drag someone again
Okay, cho, drove, look at the guys, like!
Petrovich’s wheelbarrow started up
After all, this bit is so fest that car is driving under it!
The opponent is so shaggy, they are drifting on it!
On the remains of his body, which was mixed right there with mud
On the way to the final, I will bring Kuterom here!
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