Жак-Энтони - Пора очнуться
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Приду с вином искупить вину,
Истребить бы дух, чтоб сорвать луну,
Сам бы в мать нырнул, чтоб не в ад опять,
Там я знал одну даму на дому.
Голова в дыму, все слила на дурь,
Из песчаных бурь, будь то Demi Moore,
Или baby wu, не желал их губ,
На своем веку, я бежал от рук,
Будто от акул, они прут и прут,
Это блуд и труд, ритм хулахуп,
Это пуля в грудь, я как Cuba Gooding,
Мой юмор глуп, но я рэп артист,
А не чертов шут, треки портят — жуть,
Толпы любят шум, только так пишу,
Только hype ищу, я взорву на всю,
Вот еще чуть-чуть, как саньда ушу,
В ход слова пущу, это наша жизнь,
И тут за гроши на ножах решают,
И я решу, подорвать режим или дань богам воздавать решив,
Положить на лист и перо большой,
Перестать творить, подскажи, прошу,
Половина шлюх ищут быстрый путь,
Как сорвать свой куш,
Но пора очнуться!
Эй-эй, пора очнуться!
Перетянут жгут, все чего-то ждут,
Сели на иглу, тут заварен шлюз,
Я играл в игру в духе ритменблюз,
Умоляй меня — я еще солью,
Если захочу — навалю на плюс
Я давлюсь битом, как подруга слюной,
Я будто сплю, но иду ко дню,
Когда дам огню поглотить себя,
Чтоб уйти в одну ночь,
Мне противна любовь, как по венам кровь,
Толпы на метро, просидели всю жизнь, смотря в упор,
Пару глупых строк, детектива смог бы осилить,
Но перерос умом, мне не нужен Бог, чтоб дарить добро,
Жму на кнопку rec, а не на курок,
Но хочу, чтоб тот тип извлек урок,
Если надо — вывезут далеко,
Им не нужен рэп был — я дал им рок,
Это шах и мат, а не ход конем,
Средний палец копам, брат, вот оно!
Я не сбросил вес, но я сделал вдох,
Им не взять меня, я — актер кино,
Я закрыл глаза, но пора очнуться.
I'll come to atone with wine,
To destroy the spirit to disrupt the moon,
He himself would dive into his mother, so as not to hell again,
There I knew one lady at home.
The head in smoke, everything leaked to the nonsense,
From sand storms, be it Demi Moore,
Or Baby Wu, did not want their lips,
In my lifetime, I ran at the hands,
As if from sharks, they are a rod and a rod,
This is fornication and labor, the rhythm of Hulahup,
This is a bullet in the chest, I'm like Cuba Gooding,
My humor is stupid, but I'm a rap artist,
And not the damn jester, tracks spoil - horror,
Crowds love noise, only so I write
I am only looking for Hype, I will blow up all,
Here's a little more, like Sanda Wushu,
I will go into the course of the word, this is our life,
And then they decide for pennies on knives,
And I will decide, to undermine the regime or tribute to the gods by deciding,
Put on the sheet and the pen is large,
Stop creating, tell me, please,
Half of the whores are looking for a quick way
How to break your jackpot
But it's time to wake up!
Hey-hey, it's time to wake up!
They pull the tourniquet, everyone is waiting for something,
We sat on the needle, then a gateway is brewed,
I played the game in the spirit of rhythmesbrus
Beg me - I'm still salt
If I want, pile up a plus
I am a bit like a friend of saliva,
As if I sleep, but I'm going to the day
When I give the fire to absorb myself,
To leave one night
Love is disgusted to me, like blood, blood,
Crowds on the subway, spent all his life, looking at point blank
A couple of stupid lines, a detective could master
But out of mind, I do not need God to give good,
I squeeze the REC button, not on the trigger,
But I want that type to extract a lesson,
If necessary, they will take it far,
They did not need rap - I gave them rock,
This is a shah and a mat, not a horse’s move,
Middle finger cops, brother, here it is!
I did not lose weight, but I took a breath
They don't take me, I am a movie actor,
I closed my eyes, but it's time to wake up.
To destroy the spirit to disrupt the moon,
He himself would dive into his mother, so as not to hell again,
There I knew one lady at home.
The head in smoke, everything leaked to the nonsense,
From sand storms, be it Demi Moore,
Or Baby Wu, did not want their lips,
In my lifetime, I ran at the hands,
As if from sharks, they are a rod and a rod,
This is fornication and labor, the rhythm of Hulahup,
This is a bullet in the chest, I'm like Cuba Gooding,
My humor is stupid, but I'm a rap artist,
And not the damn jester, tracks spoil - horror,
Crowds love noise, only so I write
I am only looking for Hype, I will blow up all,
Here's a little more, like Sanda Wushu,
I will go into the course of the word, this is our life,
And then they decide for pennies on knives,
And I will decide, to undermine the regime or tribute to the gods by deciding,
Put on the sheet and the pen is large,
Stop creating, tell me, please,
Half of the whores are looking for a quick way
How to break your jackpot
But it's time to wake up!
Hey-hey, it's time to wake up!
They pull the tourniquet, everyone is waiting for something,
We sat on the needle, then a gateway is brewed,
I played the game in the spirit of rhythmesbrus
Beg me - I'm still salt
If I want, pile up a plus
I am a bit like a friend of saliva,
As if I sleep, but I'm going to the day
When I give the fire to absorb myself,
To leave one night
Love is disgusted to me, like blood, blood,
Crowds on the subway, spent all his life, looking at point blank
A couple of stupid lines, a detective could master
But out of mind, I do not need God to give good,
I squeeze the REC button, not on the trigger,
But I want that type to extract a lesson,
If necessary, they will take it far,
They did not need rap - I gave them rock,
This is a shah and a mat, not a horse’s move,
Middle finger cops, brother, here it is!
I did not lose weight, but I took a breath
They don't take me, I am a movie actor,
I closed my eyes, but it's time to wake up.
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