слим - Жду лета
текст песни

We fall under snowfalls that fall from the sky,
The shitty truth, I wish you all my excuses.
We write a rapper, not breathing in the body,
Supply fiates, ointments and even frets.

Here not only I am tied in this porridge,
Our stories each time become brighter.
Marked on the map of the point, arrival,
We sharpen your consciousness as tesaks.

We will not dump you yet, while people are with us,
Do not eat pills with smiles if small.
They are paid for cash,
Listen from Yakutsk to Nalchik, girls and boys.

Methadone, pepper, amphetamans,
For the birthday man, put this track on the alarm.
We know what will happen next, but we forgot what we want,
This game is easily passable if there are keys.

I would be glad if it were paranoia,
But it seems to me that the ark of Noah sailed without us.
And we are building something here and stands something,
The path that has passed to this audience.

Salon on the skin or a common car,
In general, be easier, Koresh, plants the kidneys, as well as the liver.
Khryusha and Stepashka are already sitting,
Twenty years at the "first" every evening.

I do not care Karl Kani or Burbari checked,
These are not trifles if the bills are poked.
Sharpowing lights, dick surprises,
Or business or hones the skils.

I chose the road, but the campaign is not the same,
The navigator gave out a bark, pay for my look.
After whiskey in a stupor, however, you are visible in the morning,
True, it is bought and equal to zero.

Global warming, no snow,
The pressure rises, I'm waiting for the summer.
Global warming, no snow,
The pressure rises, I'm waiting for the summer.

Global warming, no snow,
The pressure rises, I'm waiting for the summer.
Global warming, no snow,
The pressure rises, I'm waiting for the summer.