Никита Мастяк - Погода огонь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Walking the familiar road home with a light gait, headphones in ears full

I do what I love and keep smiling

The pedals are running around the area, we are raising dust, smoking, there is fog in the area

I am Nikita Mastyak, my poisonous style, Give me the mice. WOO HA!

I’ll fill myself with ink from the shoulder blade to the coffin with the line “guarding hip-hop.”

Your boyfriend left you - baby, don’t whine, forget him, you don’t need him - Say: My name bitch

I'm a neighborhood guy, a local mediocrity, impudent, sexy frisky pepper, Caesar, censor, beast from the forest, the press doesn't bother me, no Mercedes - I have a pass for a whole month (Ha!)

(Ha) T-shirt, jeans in bright white for the world like Michael Jackson

I-I-I am true, and if I go backward, I still go forward towards the goal: Moon Walk

Whoever took my place died, I am a king, a writer, I play Tekken - I am a king!

And no matter where I am, I'm always in style, nigga, Liter of blue,

Winston blue, jig Criket - Wiggle Wiggle)

Do you know Rap? You didn't read, weirdo! We are without borders, and your feature is an attic!

Hey, fat woman! Choke on your food. You have a big bone - big bone in English!

This is chase weather! We are looking for freedom, peace, and you wash your palms, we will feed and drink

I’m such an old man here, I’m launching it at the ceiling, we have harmony in the house - the weather in the house is fire!

What is not clear, but we want peace and nothing more, but when we are not welcome, it’s sad in nature

Why are you guys driving in a crowd? We are ourselves, you yourself are shit, no need to show off,

As long as there is harmony in the house, the weather in the house is fire (Are you fumbling?)

This is the Minsk style - here the micro has a wildly arrogant brother - an old Minsk freak!

I release Minsk smoke, I will show where it flies, like a Minsk guide.

I’m with the Sportivnaya type, we’ll catch up with the guys somewhere - this is the Minsk junction.

Let's organize a Minsk trip so that everyone in the area can understand whose Minsk feast is here.

I'm dialing the small mobile phone and - Minsk flirting, no one will sleep behind the wall tonight - Minsk scream

This is a Minsk squeak, this is a Minsk roar, if we go on a spree, a Minsk explosion will be heard everywhere.

And every Minsk son will jump over you in any matter - this is a Minsk feint.

This is a Minsk beat, this is a Minsk verse, a new Minsk hit, this is my Minsk shit!

Woo Ha!)