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Грязный Луи
В самом деле: хаватает за яйца и душит,
Когда мы стелем качается вода и суша
слушай: хочеш прославится парень
сними на видео, какой ты очевидный даун
Уверен, рэп, пока, это немного другое
В правой руке чекан, в другой - все остальное
Противогаз натянут, туго затянуты берцы
И значит, будет взрыв и будут последствия
Факты героя, листок, полный контакт, гай
Это рифмотеррор, рифмотеракт, ай
Я надеюсь: наш рэп не говно,
Как бесконтактный бой в том индийском кино
Как у тех эмси, что прыгают не вовремя,
И раступается толпа, как на застежке молния
Эмси, походу, перебрал с алкоголем и феном
И кричали фэны: пошел нахуй со сцены
Это рифмотеррор по россии в целом
Эй, эмси, пошел нахуй со сцены
Ты перебрал с алкоголем, наверно,
Так что, давай, уберайся со сцены (х2)
Brick Bazuka
Они скулят, микрофоны хором
Позже найдут под забором
Мы убиваем словом
Мел обведет их тела с утра
Так и не настал похмел
Знаю где растет гидра
Вырвите мне уши:
Мне это дерьмо не нужно,
Яне хочу это слушать
Меня тошнит от них
От их рэпака шмалит кастрированый бит
Я срал на моду
Андерграунд тебе тычит в морду
Здесь дымят заводы во имя свободы
Ахуевший бит разрывает, хочет на репит
У тебя в глазах рябит
Видишь, голова кипит
На лицах маски, противогазы и краски
В руки микрофон, как ствол, уберает адски
Пацики, кто со мной - трясите башкой
Рифма, террорист винс, рэп не с тонкой кишкой.
Dirty Louis
In fact: Havatats for eggs and strangles,
When we are swaying water and land swings
Listen: I want to become famous for the guy
Take it in the video, how obvious do you are down
I am sure, rap, so far, this is a little different
In the right hand of Cheykan, in the other - everything else
Gas mask is pulled, tightly tightened by berets
And that means there will be an explosion and there will be consequences
Hero facts, leaflet, full contact, Guy
This is a rhyme terror, rhymoteraract, ah
I hope: our rap is not shit
Like a contactless battle in that Indian cinema
Like those Emsi who are jumping at the wrong time,
And the crowd is spread, as on a lightning fastener
Empse, hike, went through with alcohol and hairdryer
And the fans shouted: fucking from the stage went
This is a rhymotoruror in Russia as a whole
Hey, Emsey, fucking from the stage
You went through with alcohol, probably
So, come on, get off the stage (x2)
Brick Bazuka
They whine, microphones in chorus
Later they will be found under the fence
We kill in a word
Chalk will circle their bodies in the morning
NOT CAN HAVE HUSHEL
I know where the hydra is growing
Tear out my ears:
I don't need this shit
Yana I want to listen to it
I'm sick of them
From their rapak shmalite castrated bit
I shit for fashion
Andergraund is fenced to you in the face
Plants in the name of freedom are smoking here
A hut bite breaks, wants to repit
In your eyes rush
You see, the head is boiling
On faces of masks, gas masks and paints
The microphone, like a barrel, relats hellishly
Patients who are with me - shake the head
Rhyme, terrorist Vince, rap is not with a small intestine.
In fact: Havatats for eggs and strangles,
When we are swaying water and land swings
Listen: I want to become famous for the guy
Take it in the video, how obvious do you are down
I am sure, rap, so far, this is a little different
In the right hand of Cheykan, in the other - everything else
Gas mask is pulled, tightly tightened by berets
And that means there will be an explosion and there will be consequences
Hero facts, leaflet, full contact, Guy
This is a rhyme terror, rhymoteraract, ah
I hope: our rap is not shit
Like a contactless battle in that Indian cinema
Like those Emsi who are jumping at the wrong time,
And the crowd is spread, as on a lightning fastener
Empse, hike, went through with alcohol and hairdryer
And the fans shouted: fucking from the stage went
This is a rhymotoruror in Russia as a whole
Hey, Emsey, fucking from the stage
You went through with alcohol, probably
So, come on, get off the stage (x2)
Brick Bazuka
They whine, microphones in chorus
Later they will be found under the fence
We kill in a word
Chalk will circle their bodies in the morning
NOT CAN HAVE HUSHEL
I know where the hydra is growing
Tear out my ears:
I don't need this shit
Yana I want to listen to it
I'm sick of them
From their rapak shmalite castrated bit
I shit for fashion
Andergraund is fenced to you in the face
Plants in the name of freedom are smoking here
A hut bite breaks, wants to repit
In your eyes rush
You see, the head is boiling
On faces of masks, gas masks and paints
The microphone, like a barrel, relats hellishly
Patients who are with me - shake the head
Rhyme, terrorist Vince, rap is not with a small intestine.
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