MC Белый - Fast mix
текст песни

I do not need to provoke or envy me
Zombie the envy of the world shock
I hardly react, bending from fools to fool
fools do not attract cartoons
There are hardly answers at the time of thoughtless turnip
Pullets shoulders only where there are no secrets
From the people, your doubts do not change opinions
My skills, my world is like fire.
I don’t need to see your zabar
For a couple of bucks, you think to take out my brain
I give a word for the day of the day I give a complete knockdown like bouquets to ladies Barbos that they put their nose (slo-mo)
My ace for those who are bos on
My dos is seriously
Apparently you are with us in memory of the speed of the whirlwind that is the flame, Top ten, number one white tsunami, guy.

Everyone just does their own business. We do our own.

Let's try. e. Y.

My days are changing in the rhythm of dance,
You can’t get to the bottom of me, don't worry
In rap like a bullet, it doesn’t matter to read to the music of a mast or Basta Raims
On a mixtape on an album on a collection on an iPode in your iPhone in your tape recorder at Mike studio or in the area
I am not worried about morons that impose an incomprehensible ideology for them
After all, I doubt that one of them understands what he puts in his lines
They do not cut the dominance of falsehoods that will be next
Although on the other hand we think about it clearly much more often
than they are, but we are not alone
Russian reptile is huge brother
Millions of Emsi styles, millions of sheet gives birth to glossy
Again, the time lost in time, the voice will not be, I know with
me
Hundreds of decent boys and this fight behind them
Say anything, you know
with white in life, a bunch of fighters and its elder resembles from the nineties gop-stop
But only those who do not care know the truth
20 - 09, you want more, hold on

White

Heads are hungry years ready to attack the swinging weeks flying
The arguments were familiar to me, but I am ready to break them all
Dominant success in the case, the case in the attack is given one
That I am moving rap, I remain the first in battle
A broken dialect of arguments constrained with experience of the city causing spirits
Sleepy emi, even though you crack, as much as I rumors around me
Smeared with a theme, hip-hop regulated
Many norms are in the head
Full flip brother, cut down with a sharp syllable
To get to the pain of morons, the ninth ball in a wave at sea,
Whales covered them with bass roads,
up to an hour when at the top of ecstasy
Famous worlds will refuse to abandon the turnips
covered as if with a frantic force,
From this broken reconnaissance,
served born not under tequila,
but with talent, not a debutant, under the Apocalypse of the hemp,
A trained method penetrating the pores hip-hop forever changing the road