Триагрутрика - До-Ре-Ми-Фасолим на Антрисоли
текст песни

Step by step on foot with a dull of paks,
With tobacco and thoughts about everyone.
In the same yards and parks, behind the house in the arch.
I’ll go to the guys, I feel good there.
These railing were varnished in the 95th.
Thanks to our deputies.
Everything will be fine in 2020.
If you do not kick early under the ass.
In the elevator of Kalyak-little, behind the tank dog,
On the floor is a kitty-valyak, on the ice of a homolian.
And rap art in the area of Gulyak-Bukhaka-Kuryak.
Free time of Kilivak.

I look into the clouds.
There is no dough on the phone, even on it and an apple.
Who am I?
I have not understood yet.
A little member, a little alcoholic, or both
Voice in Monica.
Hydroponics.
The cat with*ka with reproach looks from the windowsill.
Type - only throne.
I do not touch. I knock on the keys quietly.
The booter and window stool, computer, notebook,
I will add this verse when the city will fall asleep.
It doesn’t matter how old you are and what year is now.
Ept. Tiagracrika, forward.

Pre-mi-fu-salt on the mezzanine,
They recorded the track, cut down on the consoles.
I don't know what awaits us in Okonotzovo,
I do not think about it.

Today I wrote a chorus with a verse.
I do not need methamphetamine to be a poet.
Smoke ...
Chorus with a verse.
I do not need methamphetamine to be a poet.
Smoke ...

There is not enough changes or time, faith or money.
A free moment at least a day a week.
We will certainly change such problems.
Everything will be even.
We do not know in advance, but we believe.
I got out of the shadow - here lighter.
Since childhood, I believe in this, although in the dark it is better.
Millions of lights in the stars window in the sky.
They divide the light with the streets, smolder at dawn.
In Moscow 9, we have the end of the week.
The plate is spinning steeply, the telly is dusting.
Yes, we know what awaits us on Monday.
But we don't think about it.
This summer we will do the same as last summer.
Rap in a stuffy white ghetto under the southern wind.
We are not waiting for advice from someone else's planet.
But we walk hello to them a large rocket.
Today I wrote a chorus with a verse.
About how we live behind a triple double -glazed window.
It doesn't matter how old you are and what year is now
Hey, ept. Tiagracrika forward.

Pre-mi-fu-salt on the mezzanine,
They recorded the track, cut down on the consoles.
I don't know what awaits us in Okonotzovo,
I do not think about it.

This summer we will do the same as last summer -
Rap in a stuffy white ghetto under the southern wind.
It doesn't matter how old you are and what year is now
Hey, ept. Tiagracrika forward.

Today is a special day, because it has begun
In the rhythm of sunny dance with darkness, he diverged.
Without any obstacles, he left the sleepy kingdom
And this rapper treats better than medicines.
It is better to be in the present than staying in the past
And do not try to conquer empty space.
Feel the power of these precious vibrations.
The essence of the magic of emotions and mental actions.
Kaifovo hear children's laughter and laugh yourself.
And in the evening, stick with a sweeter under Dr. Katz.
I say these words and goosebumps on the skin
I cancel the winter in my heart, let it no longer worry.
And I, perhaps, will write a verse with a new chorus.
While someone in the house puts a new floor with heating.
We compose new lines daily.
About how people live here and summarize.

Pre-mi-fu-salt on the mezzanine,
They recorded the track, cut down on the consoles.
I don't know what awaits us in Okonotzovo,
I do not think about it.

This summer we will do the same as last summer.
Rap in a stuffy white ghetto under the southern wind.
It doesn't matter how old you are and what year is now
Hey, ept. Tiagracrika forward.