MiyaGi - Pappahapa
текст песни

Hip-hip. Hip-hip.
Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
(You hear) Hip-hop dad comes from Kruzak.
(You hear) hip-hap.

[Verse 1]:
Under the sound of the bite, brother was bucus a hit.
In this room it smelled in the fall, heals aibolite.
Racamafin Life in the Sky, brothers for centuries.
This is Bloody we are on a tirgrad tank.

This is my head, head-headed
I gave smoke, there were few of us, but now the crowd.
Time twists a stake, I see how the coal smokes.
In my eyes, fire, in my hands micro.

I do not embody all the ideas, the blessing of the brains in the attack.
If you think about grandmothers, then you go fuck.
Children's styles on the bat’s battles were bombarded.

A year ago I lived differently, but how not
This is my poison, mom, this is my hip-hop.
OU74, read between the lines.
On our streets, order, within the limits.
I am leaving with dawn, fatty fat.

[Verse 2]:
The inner soul was the formation of dense words into the tower.
You are instantly your own, if not fake, - it grows from them.
I do not own telekinesis, game, not the time.
Cut, not grow. Run the doctor.

The kids pokes his fingers. Are you hiding firecrackers in letters.
Your rumor is a miracle, beats on the stitch, - fat, fucking will be.
Drive the pasku in the groat of the ass. Studwall motor.
You are not just a dumb, you would not betray this yard.

Let's go ahead and glorify our not cool style.
People do not like us, because I'm not a commoner.
We are from another test, but the sea of feestes
And flattery depleted the already bony positive.

The wind, clouds blows to us, will be drumming home.
We were served bass in my ears, and it beckons me to solve.
Questions for backfill, in Ball, what is more abrupt.
And Watch You Gonna Do, if you live better than us.

[Chorus,]:
Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
My mother is waiting for me.
Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
My mother is waiting for me.

Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
My mother is waiting for me.
Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
My mother is waiting for me.

[Verse 3]:
Holds, hugs, like I was born to read.
I live your prayers, my dear brothers.
Thank you hip-hap for the fact that we have eaten today,
And we met well -smoking our native souls.

Equipment for which the prosecutor's office will not ask.
A rich culture was born on the poor streets.
Boys do not want to listen to the speculations of a cop uncle.
They want to hear OU74, Endshpil and Miyagi.

Just do not change the bit, it’s not for me now a booze in honor of the loss.
Pouring Gina, prosper, and the traitor will disappear to the loss.
With this ramp, in a repita, the soul is protopying.
MC Protopop prototype, inspiration instead of the flood.

The ghetto is not a pannah-kott.
After a magic rap, everything goes on notes.
Then as if in a movie here.

The hearts are pounded with flame.
Boys are burned with a proudly raised banner.
Do you feel warm? This is burning fiery.
Vinil with a needle scratches Chana Ruts.

I leave my block back to the courtyards.
Here we are, labor and patience will grind everything.
Thoughts in this world are chaotic.
The scales of conscience will weigh everyone over time.

Strictly the country belongs to illegal.
The greedy tins twice - rightly to him.
Making money, spending it wisely,
And not for bars and coconut powder.

Making money, spend it competently,
Remember - the time not to rewind.
Yes, a strict country, but everything is possible.
The cops are scorching. In, see?

They didn’t even sting, although it is not difficult for us with them.
But on the roads this was already fucked by Rally Lada.

[Chorus,]:
Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
My mother is waiting for me.
Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
My mother is waiting for me.

Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
My mother is waiting for me.
Hip-hip dad comes from Kruzak.
My mother is waiting for me.