Цена Смеха - Чиф Киф
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Yes, we are white people, black dogs with us
Falling asleep in flowers, we see black and white dreams
We fly through the sky, fuck, burn bridges
True religion price, sm, monastery
Our rap is durable, frozen in place
How can I get out of the matrix with Trinity
You fanned the coals, you'll soon cool down
We'll soon soar to the stars, guys, take a screenshot

You thought you were Chief Keef,
But spit flies in your face
You're all sons
You're all sons

We have a nose for the devil, we're in God's bosom
Call it what you want, dad, father, phaser
Twister, Kirill, on the beat, this is a new phase
They tell me to pull myself together, but I'm not a fucking puzzle
My old Mauser hasn't let me down yet
I rarely shot, but I've never missed
Dude, you never knew what a hustle is
I gave an African a hundred bucks for a blowjob

You thought you were Chief Keef
In your face Spit is flying
All of you sons
Yes
All of you sons
All of you sons

It's Kostya Poroshenko who's sponsoring your constipation
Good old rock 'n' roll fan
Dougie Brimson, I'm wearing a Ralph Dawson polo shirt
My big belly's just full of rhymes
I'm riding a stigway naked down the street
My only thought is how to make a dollar
While you're building up your tolerance for bullshit
I'm calculating my share of the business
You're as redundant here as calories

And don't think you're Chief Keef
Spit is flying in your face
All of you sons, all of you sons
All of you fucking sons

Press play
Young Blade is on the mic
Sharp as a razor
Even lesbians hang out with me
We've crawled out of wherever we've crawled
You're just fucked up
It's like walking on the edge of an abyss
You're all fucked up, even Sober

You thought Chief Keef was...
You're getting spat in the face...
All of you sons, all of you sons, all of you sons.