4. TRUEFACE ft Cool Di - Куча траблов
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[TRUEFACE]
Тут каждый день полный карт-бланш, без бабок
И дюжина краж, не каждый здесь прет баш на баш,
Шакалы такой персонаж, встречайте я полностью ваш,
И сукам шмальню на заметку, беш а не тухлый гуляш
Балам ты не путай этаж, от треков не хапнул продаж,
Ты сладкий и ходишь в кураж, от славы спалился мираж,
Любитель ты чьих-то мамаш, всё жоще и будет здесь фарш,
Будь проще, терпила кумаш!
Ей слышь? Запали Луи Ви, китайский твой новый прикид,
Не шаришь и с цели ты сбит, я в теме и я фаворит,
На сьемке и с братьями быт, твой трабл так быстро смешит,
Мой браза повсюду фолит ...
Дикие траблы к утру, двуликие лани в поту,
заделал бы сукам дыру, не в силах и я не могу,
завязывай лить ерунду, притон и все в этом году,
при том, баурым только тру ...
[HOOK]
Не важно где ты на Buggati или с кем то в хате,
Kazakh party? Или на районе дырки в аппарате,
Ждешь уже неделю новостей, по больше о зарплате,
Или жизнь без вертяков? Мы не сидим на шее бати.
Куча траблов вокруг, куча траблов твой друг,
Но мы ложили на испуг и эта куча наш досуг,
Для наших родных грязный юг, для этих борзых ультразвук
И чё ты грузишь за свой лайф? Мы растоптали вас как сук.
[Cool Di]
с 8 утра на ногах пока слабаки сосут арак
не ношу с собой травмат, Supa-dupa Work Hard
True Face, True Life, Cool Di , убитый тип
мы вынесем твои мозги как в 90-ых Mobb Deep
в Актау жарко, будто бы это Богдад
у меня куча траблов, брат, ты знаешь это west side
черные деньги как шайтан проникают в твой мозг
как голодный пес урви эту сладкою кость
слова как пули вылетая падают в цель
среди MC лилипутов мой хоуми Гуливер
ты знаешь Кулдарбек это не тупой прогон
это пару панчей что снесут твою планку как бонг
я не вложил в реп ни черта, кроме своей души
а ты вложил туда лаве и ничего не получил
картавый платит за фиты и раскрутку страницы
когда мы с Тру в клубе такие начинают ломиться
[HOOK]
Не важно где ты на Buggati или с кем то в хате,
Kazakh party? Или на районе дырки в аппарате,
Ждешь уже неделю новостей, по больше о зарплате,
Или жизнь без вертяков? Мы не сидим на шее бати.
Куча траблов вокруг, куча траблов твой друг,
Но мы ложили на испуг и эта куча наш досуг,
Для наших родных грязный юг, для этих борзых ультразвук
И чё ты грузишь за свой лайф? Мы растоптали вас как сук.
[TrueFace]
Here every day is a full card blanche, without grandmothers
And a dozen thefts, not everyone here rushes bash for bash,
Jackals are such a character, I meet yours completely,
And bitch shmalnya note, frail and not rotten goulash
You do not confuse the floor, you have not gamble the sales from the tracks,
You are sweet and go to the courage, a mirage was sleeping from glory,
You are a lover of someone’s mothers, everything is harmonious and there will be minced meat,
Be easier, Kumash endured!
Do she hear? Sounded Louis Vi, your Chinese new outfit,
You don’t shit and you are knocked down from the goal, I am in the subject and I am a favorite,
On the shooting and with the brothers, your trab will mix so quickly,
My brose is everywhere the films ...
Wild shirts in the morning, two -faced lanies in sweat,
I would have knocked a hole in the bitch, unable and I cannot,
Tie up to pour nonsense, a tribute and all this year,
Moreover, Baurym only Tru ...
[HOOK]
It doesn't matter where you are on Buggati or with someone in the hut,
Kazakh Party? Or in the area of the hole in the device,
I have been waiting for a week of news, more about salary,
Or a life without spins? We are not sitting on the neck of Bati.
A bunch of darkens around, a bunch of trabls is your friend,
But we laid down the fright and this heap is our leisure,
For our relatives, the dirty south, for these greyhounds ultrasound
And what are you loading for your life? We trampled you like a bit.
[Cool di]
From 8 in the morning on the feet, while the weaklings suck arak
I do not carry an injury with me, Supa-Dupa Work Hard
True Face, True Life, Cool Di, killed type
We will take out your brains like in the 90s Mobb Deep
It’s hot in Aktau, as if it were Bogdad
I have a bunch of trabls, brother, you know this West Side
Black money like a shaitan penetrate your brain
like a hungry song by Urvi this sweet bone
Words like bullets flying to the target
Among the MC lilliputs is my Hawomi Guliver
you know Kuldarbek is not a stupid run
This is a couple of panche that your bar will be demolished like a bong
I did not put a trait in the Republic, except my soul
and you put it there and got nothing
Broaty pays for fittes and pages promotion
When the work in the club and I start to break
[HOOK]
It doesn't matter where you are on Buggati or with someone in the hut,
Kazakh Party? Or in the area of the hole in the device,
I have been waiting for a week of news, more about salary,
Or a life without spins? We are not sitting on the neck of Bati.
A bunch of darkens around, a bunch of trabls is your friend,
But we laid down the fright and this heap is our leisure,
For our relatives, the dirty south, for these greyhounds ultrasound
And what are you loading for your life? We trampled you like a bit.
Here every day is a full card blanche, without grandmothers
And a dozen thefts, not everyone here rushes bash for bash,
Jackals are such a character, I meet yours completely,
And bitch shmalnya note, frail and not rotten goulash
You do not confuse the floor, you have not gamble the sales from the tracks,
You are sweet and go to the courage, a mirage was sleeping from glory,
You are a lover of someone’s mothers, everything is harmonious and there will be minced meat,
Be easier, Kumash endured!
Do she hear? Sounded Louis Vi, your Chinese new outfit,
You don’t shit and you are knocked down from the goal, I am in the subject and I am a favorite,
On the shooting and with the brothers, your trab will mix so quickly,
My brose is everywhere the films ...
Wild shirts in the morning, two -faced lanies in sweat,
I would have knocked a hole in the bitch, unable and I cannot,
Tie up to pour nonsense, a tribute and all this year,
Moreover, Baurym only Tru ...
[HOOK]
It doesn't matter where you are on Buggati or with someone in the hut,
Kazakh Party? Or in the area of the hole in the device,
I have been waiting for a week of news, more about salary,
Or a life without spins? We are not sitting on the neck of Bati.
A bunch of darkens around, a bunch of trabls is your friend,
But we laid down the fright and this heap is our leisure,
For our relatives, the dirty south, for these greyhounds ultrasound
And what are you loading for your life? We trampled you like a bit.
[Cool di]
From 8 in the morning on the feet, while the weaklings suck arak
I do not carry an injury with me, Supa-Dupa Work Hard
True Face, True Life, Cool Di, killed type
We will take out your brains like in the 90s Mobb Deep
It’s hot in Aktau, as if it were Bogdad
I have a bunch of trabls, brother, you know this West Side
Black money like a shaitan penetrate your brain
like a hungry song by Urvi this sweet bone
Words like bullets flying to the target
Among the MC lilliputs is my Hawomi Guliver
you know Kuldarbek is not a stupid run
This is a couple of panche that your bar will be demolished like a bong
I did not put a trait in the Republic, except my soul
and you put it there and got nothing
Broaty pays for fittes and pages promotion
When the work in the club and I start to break
[HOOK]
It doesn't matter where you are on Buggati or with someone in the hut,
Kazakh Party? Or in the area of the hole in the device,
I have been waiting for a week of news, more about salary,
Or a life without spins? We are not sitting on the neck of Bati.
A bunch of darkens around, a bunch of trabls is your friend,
But we laid down the fright and this heap is our leisure,
For our relatives, the dirty south, for these greyhounds ultrasound
And what are you loading for your life? We trampled you like a bit.