АК-47 - Домашняя работа - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This is my promo, I cook rap at home, I read half the album in my dog’s face. My little flora shook her head, This means that this shit will hit half the area. This aunt heard this and fell into a coma. Haters will find a hematoma in their head. All homework is on fruit and notebook. Vitya is a hard worker and writes rap until he sweats. The city is bustling again like an anthill. People go to work, I'm fed up with this, Once in my childhood I grabbed a bare wire, And this was the reason not to work anymore. People near the house feel unwell without an injection. I remember them alive because this is the old school. Someone was a karateka, and someone was a football player. But in vain I looked at my phone (he copied the numbers from the wall) Rap is a bomb, I’m a specialist, I work at home, The riot police will smash my door with a sledgehammer. The neighbors are buzzing and calling the mussarka again. The smoke is like milk from a can just from my balcony.

Chorus: [x2] My base nigga is my home. We put together an album like a bomb. We don't need a certificate or diploma. Speak your hip-hop into the microphone.

Second Verse: On the TV there is meaty NTV and a fat guy with a hole in the back of his head, And they took the banker out onto the big bon and the squirrels are not clean. And this is more disturbing than that rotten corpse in the picture. I put everything on the jacket, the jacket only after washing. Dad, as always, fell into shit before reaching the sofa. Granny shouts: “Look, yesterday you were just as drunk. If you continue to live like this, you will end up like your mother. Your studies are alcohol with a pack of phenazepam.” I wasn't much of a student. At the vocational school I often came to the blackboard drunk. Teacher for me The topic is what's wrong with you. I'm feeling sick Olga Nikolaevna, can I go home? And so until the diploma, life resembled a coma. They read rap, smoked and walked around with a mafon on their shoulder. I gave up and for the future I came up with this all exactly - If I don’t start rapping, then I’ll act in porn anyway. After a year later, only my Kent changed, Niger’s business has a wedding, Niger, Niger fell in love, today Saturday is a hangover, as usual the Mojing of the page. I am in the style of a homeless person - shaggy, unshaven, as always in need of a shave. Third Verse: I’m stuck on the sofa with another butt washing in the bath. Brains in a bad fog from addiction to rubbish. the whore is beckoning the remainder in his pocket, he spent it on why I’ll be in the fun, oh, shchet, we’re stuck in this hole, the muzzle is pulling, so there’s a way to get out of the bedroom. Everyone is shouting that I’m a sexy guy and, But look, this is not a Maya guy. Damn, it’s so easy to dump everything into the toilet, I’ll do that, because I’m a baufric. Hoping to get out of this loop. In the classic columns my treu D.B. Dude came to my house, don't be shaky. Don't be surprised if the cat peed in your slippers. Don't be greedy like Bakhti is sweet. It’s better for me to go get some booze and some cotton candy.

Chorus: [x2] My base nigga is my home. We put together an album like a bomb. We don't need a certificate or diploma. Speak your hip-hop into the microphone.