VibeTGK feat. Jahmal TGK, Big Mic Tgk - Лирицизмо
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Yay, Vibe-San never quit smoking
Fog spread across the sofa, I closed my eyes
Mixed Premier, parquet, Europackage
Plasma, infrared light, well, what the heck, rap
I'm not a fan of house discos
This isn't the music department of pop cassettes
At thirteen, I cast a lead knuckle duster
At fourteen, I opened a package, at seventeen, a check
Sixteen lines will fit a heap of weight
Make an underground gesture, go to Chegrez
If rap is this protest, this text, like a press
Whistle of wheels, a dirty cat crawled out of the basement
The entrance hall is full again
Greetings, fat box, FAST, the device has been taken out
All just glitter, be on the lookout, just sit down
Hapos has blown my mind, soon I'll be leaving for Moscow
Hello, what's going on? Monthly forecast?
Miss Chelyabinsk is pissed off by a drunk MC.
MCs are pissed off if the briefcase is empty.
It's awesome if the briefcase is full of bucks. What's up?
Hello, what's the monthly forecast?
Miss Chelyabinsk is pissed off by a drunk MC
MCs are pissed off if the briefcase is empty
Awesome if the briefcase is full of bucks, what's up
Gloves were warm, streetlights were lit
We were walking along Lenin Street, drinking beer
If you'd spent half the week with us
Elin and her guys would have sung differently (ah-ah)
The playground is stuffy, money rustles
The light flickers, a G-13 is clutched in hand
Black smoke, Tankograd, a smoky square
Nine-story building, three-story swearing
Look, things are invigorating, we're smoking everything in sight
Look, this rap is pounding out without strain
The cat is going about his business
Take an example from this cat, don't screw up the years, where are you going? We're heading to Vanya's quarter as a group.
What I saw is what I absorbed when I lived there.
Darkness, my bro's nearby, money for show.
Walk, but don't fall into the cops' clutches.
Hello, what's the forecast for the month?
Miss Chelyabinsk is pissed off by a drunk MC.
MCs are pissed off if their briefcase is empty.
Fantastic if there's bucks in the briefcase, what's up.
Hello, what's the forecast for the month?
Miss Chelyabinsk is pissed off by a drunk MC
An MC is pissed off if the briefcase is empty
It's awesome if the briefcase is full of bucks, what's up
I won't tell you everything is bad
Everyone knows everything is bad
A dollar isn't worth a dime
If a sober kid pisses you off, a Penchuga MC
I'll tell her: "Calm down and drink your Pepsi"
I'll tell her: "Drink your Pepsi and calm down"
Scratch your way to the bathroom, freshen up, wash up
I'm content with my square footage, I'm comfortable here
They've made a records room, like a slide in the yard
Like an entrance to an arch, like a stamp under the tongue
Like dirt to a punk, like semolina to a small child
I'm grabbing, grabbing, smoking, watching "Bullet"
How do you do? How high are you, the fuck? Rhymes are stupid, they hit the nail on the head.
"Lyricism" from your column, my heel in my pocket.
Hello, what's the forecast for the month?
Miss Chelyabinsk is pissed off by a drunk MC.
The MC is pissed off if the briefcase is empty.
It's awesome if there's money in the briefcase, what's up.
Hello, what's the forecast for the month?
Miss Chelyabinsk is pissed off by a drunk MC.
The MC is pissed off if the briefcase is empty.
It's awesome if there's money in the briefcase, what's up.