Good Hash Production - Не-а ft. Хапээм
текст песни

We are undoubtedly of those who are dear to the word
It is just as strong
like smoke that is exhausting my throat again in the morning
And not my fault that I became so
underground below where there and
tell us on the right path
otherwise I forgot the aspects of everything social
drifting somewhere in the depths
I understand rhymes and stapho
Respect to the one who came up with rap
He did it not in vain, but I just took it
And he adjusted him to appreciate it for himself
The result is a guy only sorrow when we are in the fog
The rapper plays and removed normally
in the brain areas distant understanding
Remember Oldskul and drink for our health

Tupam under opium we drown those who are on the catwalk
It seems that we are not dressed in fashion for the weather
we are two trump cards in a deck and in general maps at least
this is a rapper at least this is a rapper
You will be comprehended by the evil of my word
My rhyme is Volyna from the stop I am ready in my head
We melting tin here under a dish of pilaf
and it seems to be a corny fuck but everything is ready for us
The advance PECL I am even Pacik Rhythm Strontium
if I will come from underground stations
yoke in a mouthpiece at hand screwdriver
Muzlo Mitrich Prokhor and he is in the muscle healer
I need doping you are in a good kick
I need a feeding to walk light
We fled from Showkens lived in a hut
There is no better on the Philo pocket.
do not care about the rest do not care about signs
sole sneakers we stomped strips in pussy prohibitions
we are windy but this song is not a bite
This is a rapper like this is a rapper nope

This is something from that end of the world
that in the evening takes smoke into the window with the wind
In that sector of the spectrum that is poorly visible from above
The epicenter of our interference is located
this strong nut take the good to the test
Start among their own in a circle of cheat into a bucket of sputum
Do not wish the enemy Hud Hash your friend to the coffin
And soon you feel it with a gut
We inflicted damage to the brain and turned on the micro
In the morning, this is a rapper at least something worthwhile
Empsie reads aloud to us as if he had farted into the water
Empsi read as if they fuck them
Say Hood tell me Hash Say Hapaem
we are good goodness here.
Not the first year for a year after year in a row
Moscow Saratov Eba Come Crab

make rape do not trab if you play scrub
the syllable is malleable and flatter on the pattern
I would not want to return everything back, I am glad to fuck
the fact that you listen right now it is shit for free
Smoke caresses tonsils to the music of country
and we crains if the system we will open the cards
accept our gifts let it fly to Tartarar
Everyone who wants to close these mouths to the castle
Give the water of the mood of the fret do not need toamades
Here are those who laugh into the fucking of the vicissitudes of fate
Sahenian let the sprouts with his brain bend
in whose hands the reign of the brothers and who is just thrush
grow mentally or remain a clown to stole
the living livelies of all their Zdaset
Only Lord will forgive us we licked bonfires
And the meaning is a friend is just hidden

This rapper pumps it like on a swing
I read little girls deepening into the little things
I am tulking the naivery in my stupa
At night we will write you a new day
Songs as a web spread up along the avenues
We smoke a lot of squares for creativity.
need reagents is not music these stories
About what it befell it is not right
shit from Emsi who calls themselves
Wake up your point like a bucket
drunk mind throws ideas I will capture
they are on the paths of sound and in reality you can see
that the rapper is a very cool thing