Dr.Akula - Дети улиц
текст песни

Maybe I'm not listening to lil'one
not dependent and did not pour wine into the bath
I'm sure your container will not get to the beat
You are a knight with tits - Jeanne Dark
Systematic mentality
There is nothing more to hurt the cop to the wrong
This is not a screw, but the system is not your change now
I, as a spider-drunk person, crawl along the walls
My rhymes are like glass fragments
I seem to write a demon meaning, half somewhere glass
With breathing the problem is the lobby apparatus
I am glad if I send it regularly to hell
Well, let's send from happiness to Peter Gary
You are rap, it's like Justin Bieber guy
21st century flew over the window
You will go out to the flush, you are in the 11th tribe
Is a guy with a pistate silent? This is pontamim
Dracula and drugs is an antonym
Zarubi on the nose don't use Ponto Nick
I did not have time to feel, you just loved late

We are here alone, these are our alleys
Never fell if I saw the mutts
Ended up in a booth?
Resist do not try it to no avail

Yes, I admit that I am writing on the random
But my tracks refresh - this is a rondo
You read worse than women go to the house
Our mafia is selling - close your mouth Tom

Be careful, don't go with a crooked mug
My tracks are not much like underground
We are all similar to 357 stable
At night you can practice your mobile

Microphone on mono and under the bit stereo signa
How much can your stereotypes be considered
No, thank you for the rose in the field. Tashka
A military cap is watching you all your life
My replica is not on the song, but already satisfying
Do you try to fly higher? can not see
I have long known a lot of such kneels
You will see that there are a lot of thugs outside the window
A little gnome in a dream chained me here
Many confuse lives, and I confused the channel
Everyone walks on you this is thermis from class
Have you heard about madness? I quote Vasa

I'm ordinary, but sometimes the bar flies
In the yard for free on the head with a stick
This is my plan, to take and blow up the sub
In order not to become a film, because I forgot the end

You threw bacaals and sticks in classmates
And now one at home you are Makali Kalkin
I am smoking on clothes, a friend buys a house
Save Don Figny, try to read the volume

Here is my tone, under the plywood voice sticks together
You are like a wind, then you blow it to blow and merge
The Almighty got angry and checked your IP
You are like a hockey player in old age - threw back the skates

I recorded my tracks at the Braz studio
And you shot your video (where?) At the Brazzers studio
These streets are broken by evil and grief
My rap aggressive - his name is an evil golem

You are swinging, pulling up six times at the moment
Dracula meat grinder, this is the tin of the KAMA
We drive a fighter from our power here
We are ruffling your tower like the Lord of the Rings