Jafau ft. Sly Dip - В руках микрофон, каждый о свём
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Jafau:
I can't hold a microphone in my hands without him
Not a word to make a single thought
Why, I like to hum
Oh oh pa, fucking ding

I am not a poet, the lines themselves fly into rhyme
The rhyme at that moment shows the truth
The correctness of the right writings
I don't know notes, I don't play the piano
In the hands of a microphone, on the table phone
It has a recorder in it, all my corral
Near Maxima has not long been a father
Like a long time, we sing together again

Someone about who about their
We lived like that
But then grew up and
The streets have changed, the area has changed
Life has changed, calls increased
But the microphone cannot be pulled out
And a voice in it, only can you get old
But he settled in life there

Sly DIP:
Microphone in hands, pen and leaflet
I write and read the text in the voice
Today we decided to record Volodya and I
So that you don't suffer garbage
I hold a microphone and start writing
How I love my mother
I want to say thank you for everything
Thank you for having it I have
She is my god, she is my angel
I also want to say thanks to my sweet
And native Anastasius, for the fact that she gave birth to a son to me
And in general, I'm happy
I am writing a microphone in my hand

Jafau:
Everyone is about his own, someone writes something
Slowly in the piles, in silence or with noise
Without inventing that someone is ashamed now
Everyone knows that Sly Dip or Jafau or who else reads beautifully
Everyone is about his own, everyone about his own, each in his own way and the same
Everyone is about his own, each in his own way and the same
Holds the microphone in his hands, without a dick, without letting go
It is clear for all repera, and this is entertaining
Significant date, everything is clear with everyone