Hitmaker II - О стремлении выйти на вершину репа
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[voice behind the scenes] * I have a roof - my brothers! *

Yuu ...
Right now we read you rap about the recent
Go on the belch of this rap and not steal children
From a lady class not to engage in kidnep
Like this horse behind the scenes!
You see, yes, we read this Rap
At first I started aimily with the lap in the yard
And now I want to perform already in the clubs on the stage
Not like the lines of all sorts of six, you see yes,
They do not read Rap, they sing him
As FIFTI Sant
And I like Loyad Band
I read it Cool Rap
And he does not carry me in Bangongubaba, Alic!
And Vitalik will now come out and reads you this rap chait,
And not a complete shnyah!

Yuu.
Listen to me:
Yes, I was knocked out when I was 11 years old,
Yes, I once had the left damage to someone,
Yes, I watched me as on Yabyr at the moment
Yes, I do not read some cool left nonsense,
I can compose left nonsense at 15 years old
Even I am 16 years now,
I got out when I was 11 years old
Yes, I read a lot and left nonsense,
I had Punk Balahon Tupak Shakura,
I was humiliated to the left and right when they looked at me,
But what dick, I pass the word Wang Doga -
My best psa, this dog!

Maybe I and Van Dog, maybe I and the dog,
Maybe I'm on the kind of evil, but my heart is good,
Not that every dog!
And these suckers, six
Woking my neck
How the gallows in the leash,
They hung on it, prevent me out to go out on the belt of rap!
And you understand, I began to knock out back in nine years,
When did not know the word Rap,
But you see, now I want to get out of the clubs.
I already achieved something
For these four years
And you see, not something!
I started with the poem
And now I finish all the songs!
I will go to the club and go to the scene,
And this will end my rap career!

Yes, and Wang Dog helps me in this
I make it somehow my big forces, loads,
I knock out in this street, I wonder only I am in a large coffin
I look at me like an asshole
Although I do not look like Mu. Tupac.
Look at me: I. a little eblan
Although we dress cool
But not that Timati Blanc!
Lan! He eblan
Looked at me and scored his pants
Because I have not seen a greater asshole as you!
This, look at me, look at it:
He is a fucking kid, and me too!
But I give, what dick, and he

You see, we may not Tupaka, not FIFTI SANTI,
But we at least do not asshole and not all sorts of laphantines!
We are not six, we are not. We do not even go to the "pyers"!
We do not have cars!
Maybe we dress in Punk Balahons,
But we read this Rap!
And no one can make it with you from our Rayon,
Although there is on the two, though there is in Moscow!
You see, any skin, I will not say anything to us!
Ny no skin first will say nothing!
Do you understand?
And we will still come out on the forever with Vitalik
And become singing there, on stage, on the club's belly,
And right now he will read this rap ...

Yes, I did not hit the left nonsense,
But I will tell you the left nonsense:
Listen to my Primorsky district's voice,
Even the Moscow region,
But I do not compose such garbage as FIFTI CENTR or EMENEM.
I'm far from Slim Chadi or Di-Felv!
I did not even break through Dr. Dre,
But I have a hint of the doomes of the roof, above your head ...