Бодя Мир642 - Стиль
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Bazaar Station
How are you? What have you become?
I give the streets a dense sound
For the money? No, for the thrill
For the money? No, for the vibe
Knock out these touchy-feely ones
We were born to give kindness
My reservation is my brother and bro
Don't touch me!
Drunk samurai
Katana is my Mike
Don't tell me stories, troublemaker
Our native ghetto is our Klondike
Jerking off ruined the young
For likes, reposts
Change their sheets (harshly)
Realized that life isn't easy
So that means you've become an adult
How do you like the style? Don't be sad!
You never managed to grow into it
After all, I was working while you were partying
That's why you're so aggressive
How do you like the style? Don't be sad! You never quite caught up with him
After all, I worked while you partied
Blood and sweat, and you wasted it all (wasted it all)
Flew into the neighborhood
Just like the good old days
Not even tired, but cheerful
The same guys at the store
Hard salam and mon ami
I see the youth have become our clones
I don't do business with the cops
We brought in carloads of traffic
We saw the criminals getting punched in the stomach
But now they're lying under fences
Barbos, a fighter
Forget about a boxer, a wrestler
Fled into a brutal brawl
We gave them a beating, but also
We grabbed them in the ass
Male or female
Don't slouch, maintain your posture
It's time for the under-MC to go to the dump
I'm giving you a new sound
A gift from Santa
Facts
How do you like the style? Don't be sad! You never could grow up to it.
After all, I was working while you were partying.
That's why you're so aggressive.
How do you like the style? Don't be sad!
You never could grow up to it.
After all, I was working while you were partying.
With blood and sweat, and you wasted it all (wasted it all).