Кирпичи - Давай микрофон - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Come on the microphone

Raise the microphone

Pass the microphone

This is your microphone

B. Well, I'll start, and you continue.

Prove this hall, but do not sweeten.

My business ms, my name Vasya

And I ate the dog, reading and sausages.

Dannyboy, Dannyboy, where are you?

D. I'm with you.

I start this battle as a cowboy.

I was called Danila S., and I moved progress.

Now I D. And I gained weight. Where is J.?

J. I'm here. No need to climb to me.

I'll take the microphone myself and start singing in it.

You will watch how I will rub.

I read, read and will read it.

V. Yes, MS is not a dusty job.

Production costs - headache and vomiting.

D. You are sausing here, you are doused later.

Money. Money. Here is one concern.

J. I would go to work, but I am reluctant.

Therefore, I am here - here he is, here he is!

Chorus:

Come on the microphone

Raise the microphone

Pass the microphone

This is your microphone

Come on the microphone

Raise the microphone

Pass the microphone

This is your microphone

I am Vasya V., and I read my rapak.

No one will ever say that I am a round fool.

We are a group of bricks, and we do like this.

Our style is rock and roll. Good Luck!

All: Rock End-Roll-End Rock-End-Roll.

D. We swing this hall, let the floor fail.

I am a Dannyboy MS, I play Litrbol.

Jay clean this hall from all sorts of evils.

J. I conjure you all from all kinds of sewage.

From all evil I am imposing the code.

The world to this house, more beer and waters.

Someone would explain to me why it rushes me so much. You rush so because you do not torment Mu-mu. And you say everything clearly, exactly accordingly to the mind. It’s still thought to someone, it’s probably harmful to think and do it for nothing. Everything: K.I.r.p. .I.Ch.I.D. Move the soft place and legs to the knot. J. We treat you with the mind, we are peculiar doctors. Microphones are ready, silent or scream. Here again I am a master of Khudlova. I have a propeller in my mouth, and it’s so cool. Only idiots come to music severely. We just make hits - bam, and ready. Another militant, but there is no money again. But I'm not sold. No - my answer. We are just dude, and we bring to people light. How much more this nonsense will last. J. I do not need advice, I know what to say to all of them. I know how to handle the word steep. The fool in my head will dissipate how the smoke. Rapak came to an end, and the hell with him.

Come on the microphone

Raise the microphone

Pass the microphone

This is your microphone