Женя ReNeG - Моё слово
текст песни

My city is the city of sellers and taxi drivers
To roll, there was a thought in my head, right?
Well, what's the point, ah?, Do you want to fix something
Change yourself and the world around will change the guy
Here in the frenzy, the boys pump the terrain
You can’t buy it, for the idea! - So interesting
For respect from loved ones - so honestly
This is Zhenya Reneg - unrecognized maestro
From the labyrinth to the stairs, closer to the air
Full of lungs, smoke, dirt and gunpowder
The city is teeming with scurrying a rustle
Sooner or later, they will lay down under cold stars
It's not too late, change and change
Start everything again, sotrav from the paper illustration
Which were erroneous, were applied
Among boys there are those who have no price
Gray dreams, forever fragments in memory
There are no many among us, but they are still with us
Such injustice that it happens
Worthy - did not, upstarts - crap
Not casual after all, they take the places of those
Who is waiting for success, who should download the workshop
To the wall of all, these bursts burned
Hold my fuse, glamorous major

Salamant's boys - left bastards in spam
Brothers Like you are there, hello to your winds
I have crosses at the seams, everything is still in a scar
I pray to the gods, oh would not get to the doctors
The world to your houses, this is Shao in touch
Blind microdistrict, climbs out of dirt
In a recreation center at the base, fill the meaning of the phrase
We remain ourselves and do not throw in the bunch
Experiments with different, experiments to the masses
Exactly to the cashier my vocabulary
There are many different, someone to climb climb
And I would have a voice to play on the equalizer
This is my holiday when the bit lies exactly
When the motive sounds and Zhenya is not forgotten
When the track is not merged, when everything is no offense
I am both gnawing and gnawing, rap granite
Say rhymes, trying to open something new
Nothing a saint in us, nothing native
Finding out who is cooler, we want to kill with a word
Is it sensibly?, Nothing saint
What is taken as a basis, in the corner was rubbed for a long time
Traditions - Wiring, Theme of Mute Cinema
Everyone is given a sin not to use
Survival game, I want and pricks
Yellow youth for a healthy image of rap
Blind puppies who have no answer
At the seventh level of the sky, looking for something and somewhere
Their words can be compared only with ash
Launched in the wind that has no weight
Although for an advantage there, fishing
Daddy's merit, offspring in appendage
Does not insert borsch?!, Try my delicacy
Great remedy is not fresh
Extremely simple at the same time interesting
Live do not poor, muti correctly
If it coincides, set your own rules
To melt, the rhyme of the audience of dynamics
For collars, this message is large and small
Sons of mother -in -law, serious persons
This is Shahunya, Zhenya Reneg, my word