Артём Лоик - всем привет - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Come on! Hi all! My name is Artem.

I read rap and very obsessed on it.

Confidently and with a fee, waving his hands in the TV,

And I was great like an eminity in America.

From a small city, but I have big problems,

I read with an occasion and without reason every time,

And even on the street I talk to the recitative,

And on my face I have a very pleased mine.

So what? It would be pretty cool and fun,

So that the reader of the rap is approved in the profession,

And at the university "hip-hop" they called objects,

And everyone would cook a coursework on RAPU.

And, for example, on the show "Ukraine May Talent"

Everyone answered with a rhyme instead of a cold “yes” or “so”.

And after the performance, dear Vlad,

I would have stood up and sharply stumbled for me:

"Artyom, you would have more chances

But in your speech, I did not see dancing

At least a little PA for me would be danced for me, then I would tell you "yes". "

Well, after that, not sparing a good word, she took up the matter, not a timid, Glory to Frolov:

"But I do not agree, I was satisfied, because this gangster acted cool."

Well, then, I'm even afraid to say aloud! Igor Kondratyuk would have taken up the microphone,

And calmly, maybe pathos somewhere, I would read out an experienced rapper as a rapper:

"Artham, you are a real kid without torture, and I will say" so "Toby without bastard.

Cauces on karaoke is revered by Trochi and at once the duet of Roskachamo Maidan. "

Well, seriously, it rarely happens. I live with rapp and breathe, boy.

And only three people will be enough for me to say that I am not mediocre.

This track is not for laughter, this is the End.

Or maybe success in the cramped of these walls. I dont know. Just stubbornly and proudly, breaking my throat, although I am not black.

The collapse of the collapse, Artyom climbed into talents. They will remember me here, they will remember my rap here.

Not for the sake of coins, no, I will not be offended, but still I am against what I see.

Singing on television screens! About what? About nothing, undressing on the head.

Pop tits, but soon as a titanium will be drowned, in plastic music we will be tied to the knot.

Like snowflakes, spin in the dance, and then we melt into glossy music.

The judges are all addressing you now. Just “yes” or “no”, but give me a chance.

Take off or just fall on the asphalt, but believe me, the fire will not go out in the eyes.

You are right, I am a rapper, I was mistaken in the door, but if I'm here, then I believe in it.

Who will people go for? Who will everyone hear? Behind the glamor or, nevertheless, for people like them?

And the last, rap is a meaning, remember, from the heart and to the soul through the steel of the microphone.

He is able to help, he is able to teach. No, not you. Youth who have all life ahead,

And their poems are able to save. You do not believe me? Look into your eyes!

Thank you all who came to talents and supported the rap. Who has a bit

My hearts knocked, my hand rocked and my eyes burned.

Thank you all who judged this rap and understood it.

Who said instead of “no” very important yes. ”

You respect you from me, respect for everyone from me.