Володя Хапов, Hood - Игра
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You won't be able to hold us back, you won't have enough shackles
You won't be able to escape, we have enough ammunition
It seems quiet, but thunder rumbles in my soul
I want to speak, but there's a lump in my throat
I'd still like to ride a horse
But I won't run away, because this is my home
After all, I grew up here with the boys for years
There's no script, so we live
Where
I keep trying to change, my friends are so fucking indifferent to me
Like, Volodya, you can't build everything against yourself
Stop weaving and shooting, my family, from every day
Growing like my muse, in which I've been stuck for centuries
I've flown through the bats, brother, now
I need capital, I want to step higher
But each step goes nowhere, as always

Everyone understands how hard life is
But we don't understand the rules of fools
We wouldn't want to dig a trench here
It's all a game, but not a game of the gods
After all, we weren't born In a land of fools
But no one cares about the surroundings anymore
We'll direct our thoughts straight to hip-hop
Let them at least remember when we lie in the coffin
Bitch

Young days still sway around, even though they're gone
A sober minimum was necessary for a sense of peace
Plans quietly changed, sometimes they rolled away like fucking stones
It's addictive to watch when you're drunk

And here I am again, shrouded in gray smog
The streets beckon "Desnary" like most people beckon
This bridge isn't a drawbridge, go argue with me
Every second person stands on mine here
Freedom equals slavery, choose the old path

A noisy verse flies from Zelik to Odi, catch this beat, bro, and you're needed for style
Desnogorsk is in my blood and it's incurable
Don't try to cure me, I'm just as much of a wanderer of the world

Don't make me laugh If you smell a shield, don't scream.
Poems kill you more if you push them.
How much fat is in the world, and how much of that fat is lies?
Tell me, ouji, friend, tell me.

Where to run so fast, and how much is life worth?
What shouldn't be forgiven, what should be forgotten?
Is it hard to forget these notes that helped me
Drag my dirty thoughts into this world?

How hard it is to understand everything when you're wrong.
The first attack is like a sip of a new day.
It wasn't so hard to fuck everything up.
That's why the track is put together in a way that makes your head spin.

Everyone understands how hard life is.
But we can't understand the rules of fools.
We wouldn't want to dig a trench here.
It's all a game, but not a game of gods.
We weren't born in a land of fools.
But now no one cares about our surroundings.
We'll direct our thoughts straight to hip-hop.
Let them at least remember when we lie down in Coffin

Everyone understands how hard life is
But we don't understand the rules of fools
We wouldn't want to dig a trench here
It's all a game, but not for the gods
We weren't born in a land of fools
But now no one here cares about their surroundings
We'll direct our thoughts straight to hip-hop
Let them at least remember when we lie in the coffin
Bitch