Три-О feat. StaffOnly - Заряжаю бит
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Tri-O Clan
Afraid of no one, never butted heads with anyone
Never caught red-handed
My friends are still the same - it's the beat, it's the bass
Doing without love is baseness and farce
And, the lines have stood the test of time
I've lived many years, but these years are not wasted
Passages, troubles, there were tensions everywhere
We were kids in rap, and now we're men
We were looking for a secret entrance, again nothing found
But at least we got a crowd at the concert
Tri-O Clan at Mike's, the DJ at the decks
All problems for later
Ama husla, ama-ama husla
Burn, my star, before it goes out
I'll make a million or even two on this
Planted a seedling, soon I'll reap
Pow-pow-pow-pow, planted a clip
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, no peace for anyone
Loading the beat, word My boss
Let my last outing be a curtain call
Pow-pow-pow-pow, I've emptied my clip
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, no peace for anyone
Loading the beat, my boss's word
Let my last outing be a curtain call
There's an exit, there's an income, there's an exhaust
Not the nineties, but still just as wild
I don't work on weekdays and on weekends
Thor is at the heart of the world, and we'll spin a whirlwind
Nothing has dried up or died out
I walk along the edge of the world - that's my movement
Thirty-third frame, karma, the bitch, meets me
Now the belt is tight, minus two friends
This is in addition to those who fell off earlier
As they say, from now on, everyone has their own agenda
Some fell off on their own, others had to be cut off
Now I know what sobriety leads to
A blade slid across the ice, blaming everything circumcised
Or do something useful, after all, he's not a mediocre person.
While the constellation burns, life becomes more and more interesting.
What do you bring us, messenger?
Pow-pow-pow-pow, I emptied the clip
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, no peace for anyone
Loading the beat, my word is my boss
Let my last exit be a curtain call
Pow-pow-pow-pow, I emptied the clip
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, no peace for anyone
Loading the beat, my word is my boss
Let my last exit be a curtain call
How did I never know this before, after all, life is a sitcom
Micro, the beat plays ping-pong with rhyme
Injected the nitro and put the pedal to the metal
Enough, quickly took the medal and was gone
The day before, too, there was a similar thing
A couple of dimwitted bodies were moved around wildly
Terrorized people, pranked them
Drive away with flashing lights and were glad they weren't in a hearse
Spend at least a day in my vibe
You You'll gasp
Spend at least a day, immerse yourself in my vibe
My friend, my brother, my buddy
Spend at least a day in my vibe
Oh, how you'll gasp
What was necessary, what was important to us back then
When we were the ones in the know, remember?
Eh, the soft boils on the red
Doesn't interrupt and asks for nothing
To those who don't walk the path in vain
A bong brings a leap year out of the forest
Everyone around is waiting for this time
When will life finally get better?
I treasure immensely
That which gives me goosebumps
Pow-pow-pow-pow, I've emptied the clip
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, no peace for anyone
Loading the beat, my word is boss
Let the last exit be a bow
Pow-pow-pow-pow, I've emptied the clip
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, no peace for anyone
Loading the beat, my word is boss
Let the last exit be a bow
Pow-pow-pow-pow, I've emptied the clip
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, no peace for anyone
Loading the beat, my word is boss
Let the last exit be a bow