Marselle при участии Dza-Dze - Точка отсчета
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Nel:

Eight, eight, reference point of my flight
Hi, Mom! Hello, dad! Here he is
Kindergarten, ordinary school,
Snow City, I am proud or just young
The streets remember my sneakers, remember my troubles
Failures, dreams, balls and rings somewhere
I remember these faces and snow streets
And in such weather something is often mutating
First verse, bit, micro for a couple of hundred
Freedom is my music, I became almost free
The scope is huge, drums, dj, premiere
A neighbor in a panic, how much nerves spoiled her
How many verses did you leave somewhere
In my head my ghetto, I do not let it go by a meter
In my poems, the truth about past days
It all started there, hello the lads in these places!

DZA-Dze:

I don't care, I forgot about time for a long time
I am sure of me as never before
What? How? Why now need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, notes

I don't care, I forgot about time for a long time
I am sure of me as never before
What? How? Why now need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, notes

There is only the sun and snow, wind and ice
Disposition that (?) Nature is cruel, smokes in glove even in March
He is far from in the center, that city is far away
From me at the distance of the elbow Moscow judging by the map
There are few smiles, if the truth is then right in the face
Teaches and punishes the street, not belts of fathers
Conference in the order of things, dialogs for the hairdryer
There are races on Natsu, I will omit this topic
Many kents did not have a short time to come out my disk
Someone is in a fight, someone on the blades, and someone is in a loop
Here is the upbringing of all streets and risk
Marselle remembers it, they were also cooked in the boiler
Streets, fences, blocks, areas, courtyards
Cattle, pickpockets, people'sibr, garbage and thieves
Without announcing the club’s mafia, Igor you remember
The city as an eternal lesson until you end it with him

I don't care, I forgot about time for a long time
I am sure of me as never before
What? How? Why now need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, notes

I don't care, I forgot about time for a long time
I am sure of me as never before
What? How? Why now need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, notes

L'One:

I did not come out of the ghetto, there is no intoile
My friend is the wind, but I'm unexpressed, notice
I got online in the 98th, in the summer
District 21, where else is the Victory Square
Pompeii track, hip-hop liva we melt
No thoughts about money, so hobbies for the sake
So, it was necessary, so the guy loses himself
On my screen is a face with a scar
He threw it, but again returned and smeared the sheets
4/1 Bogatryov Street
Beer, entrances, football, blades
But at home drunk or soberly cut street plays
Do you feel? I didn't think that it would drag out so much
I didn't think that I would have enough for a long time
I didn’t think, I just did something, I met someone
I woke up only now, look, street!
It seems only 10 years in the topic, small yet
Only empty words do not replenish the score
True, here the line is thin, don't speak loud
If your words are not saturated with street
There is no sense in them
Not..
There is no sense in them
Not..

DZA-Dze:

I don't care, I forgot about time for a long time
I am sure of me as never before
What? How? Why now need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, notes

I don't care, I forgot about time for a long time
I am sure of me as never before
What? How? Why now need to buy freedom?
Roads, money, fashion, chords, music, notes