Yanix feat. Cosmo - Holla at me
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в сети всё так же пиздят,а годы летят,
как хотят,нас пытаются надуть как котят,
но мы не ведёмся,нет,пишем не хуже,чем Фет,
хватит слов за спиной,заходи на тет-а-тет.
я жду от тебя ответ,но,походу,бесполезно,
занял ловко кабинет,ты же ищешь себе место,
самый вкусный сканк как тесто,и на фоне яникс янг,
захватил все ваши бошки и нажал ва-банк.
мы вместо фанка надолго,бит накидали по полкам,
пополнив число людей,кому не важно сколько,
пусть песня льётся только,и звучит этот щит,
ты лучше помолчи,в гневе мы - палачи.
по лицу получи,тут на всех не хватит пули,
ты как думал?здесь ячеек и не вместит целый улий
но на каждого найдется несколько особых слов,
знай,что я к войне готов,к той,что в жизни,а не в воф.
если мой рэп мертвый,то значит я-зомби,
ты не веришь ушам,но мы в колонках долби,
в колонках долбим,на вас кидаем бомбы,
хам сейшн ин да билдинг,значит качает толпы,
значит качает попы,значит качает плотно,
надеюсь ты меня понял,мне наплевать,кто ты,
мне наплевать на моду и плюс на телевизор,
но всё равно никто не хочет нам кидать вызов.
да ты походу покойник,не понимаешь мысли,
но половина города сидит на нашем миксе,
другая половина города ещё не в курсе,
что мы вещаем со стритс,да ну и хуй с ним,
да ну и хуй с ним,так будет только лучше,
мы делаем рэп,дуем шмаль,а остальное булщит,
так будет лучше,
мы делаем рэп,дуем шмаль,а остальное булщит.
On the network, they still have to fuck, and years are flying,
As they want, they try to inflate us like kittens,
But we do not lead, no, we write no worse than Fet,
Enough words behind your back, go to tete-at.
I am waiting for an answer from you, but, hike, it is useless
I took a clever office, you are looking for a place for yourself
The most delicious scan is like a dough, and against the background of Yaniks Young,
He captured all your boies and pressed the V-Bank.
instead of Fank for a long time, the bit threw on the shelves,
By replenishing the number of people who do not care how much,
Let the song only pour, and this shield sounds,
You better stop, in anger we are executioners.
get on the face, there is not enough bullet for everyone,
What did you think?
But there are several special words for each,
Know that I am ready for war, for the one that is in life, and not in VOF.
If my rap is dead, then I am a zombie,
You do not believe your ears, but we are in the columns of Dolbi,
we’re hollowing in the columns, we throw bombs at you,
Ham Seyshn In yes Building, then it shakes the crowds,
then it shakes the priests, then it shakes tightly,
I hope you understand me, I don't give a damn who you are,
I don't give a damn about fashion and plus on the TV,
But still, no one wants to throw us a challenge.
Yes, you are a dead man, you do not understand thoughts,
But half of the city sits on our mix,
The other half of the city is not yet in the know,
What are we broadcasting with Stritits, and well, and dick with him,
Yes, and the dick with him, so it will only be better,
We make rap, blow shmal, and the rest is drilling,
it will be better this way,
We make rap, blow shmal, and the rest is drilling.
As they want, they try to inflate us like kittens,
But we do not lead, no, we write no worse than Fet,
Enough words behind your back, go to tete-at.
I am waiting for an answer from you, but, hike, it is useless
I took a clever office, you are looking for a place for yourself
The most delicious scan is like a dough, and against the background of Yaniks Young,
He captured all your boies and pressed the V-Bank.
instead of Fank for a long time, the bit threw on the shelves,
By replenishing the number of people who do not care how much,
Let the song only pour, and this shield sounds,
You better stop, in anger we are executioners.
get on the face, there is not enough bullet for everyone,
What did you think?
But there are several special words for each,
Know that I am ready for war, for the one that is in life, and not in VOF.
If my rap is dead, then I am a zombie,
You do not believe your ears, but we are in the columns of Dolbi,
we’re hollowing in the columns, we throw bombs at you,
Ham Seyshn In yes Building, then it shakes the crowds,
then it shakes the priests, then it shakes tightly,
I hope you understand me, I don't give a damn who you are,
I don't give a damn about fashion and plus on the TV,
But still, no one wants to throw us a challenge.
Yes, you are a dead man, you do not understand thoughts,
But half of the city sits on our mix,
The other half of the city is not yet in the know,
What are we broadcasting with Stritits, and well, and dick with him,
Yes, and the dick with him, so it will only be better,
We make rap, blow shmal, and the rest is drilling,
it will be better this way,
We make rap, blow shmal, and the rest is drilling.