Плут MC - Город засыпает
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I get high in drebada, I get drunk in meat
With arson morality, burn, burn clear
Knock knock, tick tock, exhaust Hip-Hap
Rhyme cobra throw, flow tiger stance
Bad habit of smoking and writing text at night
There is nothing personal here, there is no general theme
Keep me posted like within the decibel
Stereo feelings holds acapella
Hardly the art of poetry
I speak better than the fathers of past generations
Letters in Russian, shuffled to the beat of drums
I'm playing on my nerves, will my pocket be empty?
Or will money still fall from the sky?
Without the burden of remorse, without a body on alloy wheels
A burden - assortment in a boutique window
Fate is one continuous finish line, stable
Relationships cannot be built
Like a Lego figure
It's a little deeper, a little wider
Roads - paths, gasoline cans
Foreigner and visa, whims and prizes
Well, the muse is a bitch, it knocks you out of the right idea
The city is falling asleep to us, our city is falling asleep
The city is falling asleep to us, our city is falling asleep
The city is falling asleep to us, our city is falling asleep

Nonsense Hip - Hap is yes, but it’s no longer know-how
I send salams in half to the cities, abra kadabra
Khatuna matata, good fucking obscenities, stuffed with desks
Well, there is no place for love in songs
We keep her in our hearts because
There's no point in taking it and throwing it out of your head like the whole world
Alone in the field is not a warrior at the release of his boys
They'll give you a reason, they'll put in a word
To the beat and bass, put them on repeat
Top tactician, type top, will give a reason to put in a word

The city is falling asleep to us, our city is falling asleep
But the walls can still hear
The city is falling asleep to us, our city is falling asleep
But the walls can still hear
The city is falling asleep to us, our city is falling asleep
But the walls can still hear
The city is falling asleep to us, our city is falling asleep
But the walls can still hear
Our city is falling asleep, the city is falling asleep to us
G - the city falls asleep, the city falls asleep us

My flow des like wow
In black and white, my rap is a step down
Floor, pedal, emergency brake
Broken stop valve
This is due to the head start on what is possible
And what is absolutely impossible
I took my inspiration
They talk about him on the radio to everyone - to all posts
We passed them on purpose
And it’s complete trash, it doesn’t matter
And sentiment blah blah blah, empty chatter
We don’t need it, I’m working hard for my life here
I'm thrown into it headlong, oh oh, my problem
I’ll explain it again for those who are not in the house
Who didn’t get the hint, what’s the point, what’s the catch?
Where is the exit, where is the entry, exhale, inhale
Keep rolling, my flow des like wow