Вульгарный ТоНН - Маленькая пчелка
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Чо ты? Это Вульгарный тоНН - три маленьких пчёлки,
Парим, дабы добыть гран-при. Классик, о чём ты?
Пчёлы умирают жаля, и нам жаль их,
Но мы после атаки жало перезаряжаем!
Это правда, хоть звучит невероятно друг,
Земля круглая, но ублюдки на каждом углу,
Полна весёлых и находчивых, хоть не камеди клуб,
И даже глупый в этом стоге сена увидит иглу.
Раз забрали роли, согласно логинам и паролям,
Узнавай моих бро в рэпе по крове на робе,
Врядли покроем расходы, давай поспорим,
Мы слетим с баттла, но завтра мы вернёмся снова.
Моя трибуна будет буйной жёлто-чёрной как Билайн,
В жизни так бывает - Витя бьёт, Саша добивает,
На любом этапе валим, да вылетает,
Либо ты с нами, либо ты сваливаешь, так или так.
Припев: 2Х
Маленькая пчёлка из Владивостока,
Сколько не маши руками не будет толка,
Но толко против правил - невероятно,
Взлетая, в точки превращая эти пятна.
Пчёлы летают, и нехуй пиздеть,
Тем более, если твой предел сидеть в гнезде,
Вы связались не с тем, и не будет амнистий,
Кто о себе мнит здесь, вес утянет вниз тех.
Всё просто, это не глюки программистов,
Мода наши кители не сделает пятнистыми,
Выскочек выставляем на пушечный выстрел,
Это не выставка уродов. Что забыли вы здесь?
Слова имеют крылья, но часто летят не туда,
Передаю привет всем нашим, всем городам.
Кто коротал даты, дабы донести что-то ценное,
Героям моего роя с этого трека проценты.
Тем кто далеко от центра, но близок к истине,
Чьи фразы набис теперь, бриллианты, а не бисер.
Все стали баунсом ебаным, я остался истом,
Так же, как раньше накрыт камуфляжными листьями.
Припев: 2Х
Маленькая пчёлка из Владивостока,
Сколько не маши руками не будет толка,
Но толко против правил - невероятно,
Взлетая, в точки превращая эти пятна
Где то далеко
за мкадом год за годом вкладываем
В культуру города которого даже нет на картах
И Так под этот бит осуществляется моя мечта
Это очевидно как факт что пчёлы умеют летать
мои мысли можно затоптать или залапать
По телевизору врятли покажут рэп там только бабы
Но плавно мечты становятся планами
Герои эпизодов становятся главными
ты знаешь им давно пора поменять форматы
через эти призмы даже вдалеке не видно правду
ротации превращают в бомбы петарды
патап и настя превращают рэп в клоунаду
и моё мнение это тоненькая нить
и я потратил днИ чтобы ей кого то зацепить
я не делал по заказу хит моя музыка это не стих
до потери пульса буду бить чтобы суть куплета донести
Cho you? This is a vulgar tons - three small bees,
Parish in order to get the Grand Prix. Classic, what are you talking about?
The bees die, and we are sorry for them,
But after the attack, we reload the sting!
This is true, at least an incredibly friend sounds,
The earth is round, but the bastards on every corner,
Full of funny and resourceful, though not gum club,
And even a stupid hay in this haystack will see a needle.
Once they took the roles according to login and passwords,
Find out my BRO in rap on the shirt on the shirt,
We are unlikely to cover the costs, let's argue,
We will fly off Battle, but tomorrow we will return again.
My tribune will be a violent yellow-black as Beeline,
In life it happens - Vitya hits, Sasha finishes,
At any stage, we’ll get out, but it flies away
Either you are with us, or you dump, one or so.
Chorus: 2x
Small bee from Vladivostok,
How many do not like a mash there will be no sense,
But only against the rules - incredible
Taking into the points turning these spots.
The bees fly, and do not go to fuck,
Especially if your limit is in the nest,
You have not contacted that, and there will be no amnesties,
Those who imagine about himself here will pull the weight down those.
Everything is simple, these are not glitches of programmers,
Our Chitel's fashion will not make spotted
We put up the offices to the cannon shot,
This is not an exhibition of freaks. What have you forgotten here?
Words have wings, but often fly the wrong way,
I convey greetings to all of our, all cities.
Who was spent the dates in order to convey something valuable,
The heroes of my swarm from this track interest.
Those who are far from the center, but close to the truth,
Whose phrases Nabis are now, diamonds, not beads.
Everyone became Bauns Eban, I remained the source,
Just as before covered with camouflage leaves.
Chorus: 2x
Small bee from Vladivostok,
How many do not like a mash there will be no sense,
But only against the rules - incredible
Flying up, turning these spots into points
Somewhere far away
For the Moscow Ring Office, we invest a year after year
In the culture of the city of which is not even on maps
And so my dream is realized under this bit
It is obvious as the fact that bees can fly
My thoughts can be trampled or flooded
On TV vryatli will show rap there only women
But smoothly dreams become plans
Heroes of episodes become the main
You know it is high time to change the formats
Through these prisms, even in the distance, the truth is not visible
rotations turn into bombs of firecrackers
Patap and Nastya turn rap into clowning
And my opinion is a thin thread
and I spent days to hook someone
I did not make a hit my music is not a verse
I will beat the essence of the verse to convey to the pulse of the pulse
Parish in order to get the Grand Prix. Classic, what are you talking about?
The bees die, and we are sorry for them,
But after the attack, we reload the sting!
This is true, at least an incredibly friend sounds,
The earth is round, but the bastards on every corner,
Full of funny and resourceful, though not gum club,
And even a stupid hay in this haystack will see a needle.
Once they took the roles according to login and passwords,
Find out my BRO in rap on the shirt on the shirt,
We are unlikely to cover the costs, let's argue,
We will fly off Battle, but tomorrow we will return again.
My tribune will be a violent yellow-black as Beeline,
In life it happens - Vitya hits, Sasha finishes,
At any stage, we’ll get out, but it flies away
Either you are with us, or you dump, one or so.
Chorus: 2x
Small bee from Vladivostok,
How many do not like a mash there will be no sense,
But only against the rules - incredible
Taking into the points turning these spots.
The bees fly, and do not go to fuck,
Especially if your limit is in the nest,
You have not contacted that, and there will be no amnesties,
Those who imagine about himself here will pull the weight down those.
Everything is simple, these are not glitches of programmers,
Our Chitel's fashion will not make spotted
We put up the offices to the cannon shot,
This is not an exhibition of freaks. What have you forgotten here?
Words have wings, but often fly the wrong way,
I convey greetings to all of our, all cities.
Who was spent the dates in order to convey something valuable,
The heroes of my swarm from this track interest.
Those who are far from the center, but close to the truth,
Whose phrases Nabis are now, diamonds, not beads.
Everyone became Bauns Eban, I remained the source,
Just as before covered with camouflage leaves.
Chorus: 2x
Small bee from Vladivostok,
How many do not like a mash there will be no sense,
But only against the rules - incredible
Flying up, turning these spots into points
Somewhere far away
For the Moscow Ring Office, we invest a year after year
In the culture of the city of which is not even on maps
And so my dream is realized under this bit
It is obvious as the fact that bees can fly
My thoughts can be trampled or flooded
On TV vryatli will show rap there only women
But smoothly dreams become plans
Heroes of episodes become the main
You know it is high time to change the formats
Through these prisms, even in the distance, the truth is not visible
rotations turn into bombs of firecrackers
Patap and Nastya turn rap into clowning
And my opinion is a thin thread
and I spent days to hook someone
I did not make a hit my music is not a verse
I will beat the essence of the verse to convey to the pulse of the pulse
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