Рем Дигга - Мой реп не попса - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Salute to everyone, everyone. Sensei took the microphone again in his hands. Do not dare interrupt, Men.

Salute to everyone, everyone. Sensei took the microphone again in his hands. Do not dare interrupt, Men.

Let the monologue run

which I did the week

And again edited seven shifts again.

And that two weeks, and di in the case,

like smoke from ate

Rechitative to the motive of the Steel.

A new spoon of honey or barrel of a tar,

Check, I don't know, you are brave type.

The reprisent is not superfluous,

Like him, since it is not a rut, two is not a pont, bro, this is a movie.

And you would have fused who, according to the genre of one,

He does not take it out, and shouted: - Bl*, this is G*VNO!

Scenes, who is a boss or zero,

If, of course, you are not a throll or a troll.

Although, the probability is as high as a woman’s arrhythmia, so you’ll please you to quit it.

From sin away, rest, don't cough,

Forget about the fact that I can shove you.

Be calm, soar, with you here,

Maine, who can blow with a strict on the tonsils.

Dangerous! Like a city of coal, Luda boils everything, there is a reason - here I am.

Skeptic and critic, you are blind and you don’t see, here with whom you are downloading.

Catch in a beard, bl*!

Chorus:

My sound is not a sound and not sweet. My rap is not pop.

My sound is not a sound and not sweet. My rap is not pop.

My sound is not a sound and not sweet. My rap is not pop.

Your no sugar and you are not sweet yourself, your rap is not pop.

Your no sugar and you are not sweet yourself, your rap is not pop.

Your no sugar and you are not sweet yourself, your rap is not pop.

I am a master of thought, the suit is clean,

Fucking dad of skils,

Whose rap you always have all an attack,

Whose punch is knocked everywhere

Where, his mother, a storm, a fanatic bat, and the bass saturated with them, I am a ban on such things, catch the attack

Rrink and hammer for the mass, crowd at the box office when I arrived right to you, Brusa.

The microphone has a python or crocodile,

He will pacify, pass by

If the reper-bon

Below are now you, a refugee, whom you catch in years, kilo.

I fell near Briganon, sharks of the pen around and megaladon,

On hard meat, but a few tons, which is trying to copy any vile plankton.

Another rap star, dignity, nonsense in the brains, Blev's mouth is taking place incessantly,

It was as if you fell into the snow of a nostril, dear here you are in vain, you are not like Fredro Star, and San Sin,

The guy quit, leave the verse, throw it, your stap has rotted and crazy,

But we replaced you with a Mike with leather, while you wrote a new hit and now with*si.

And after wipe moisture under the nose, while I puff up the mash barbosov again

And you don’t break your tongue, to ... you look like, yes, I'm insolent, and your rap is arrogant and pissed, it is a cotton back

Let him be illuminated by scarlet, it's time to pray a little for the rest.

I know you want to download, because ambitions with a rampart, so I call me to me with a fan.

Here he has who weight, you fell, Best of the Best Elites, the action of a meter of a bit for a lady Any like a wet finger on a cl*torus.

The cross on Friki, my monologue is angry, on the wait for the children's games, the natural and instead of the floor, there is solo instead of fit.

Chorus:

Tastify the dog, my mint, under the elite you would not have salt in tracks

Love you are a guy is not a cotton wool that the wild natives are tormented.

The poison is soon to pipe, he is your doctor.

Tastify the dog, my mint, under the elite you would not have salt in tracks

Love you are a guy is not a cotton wool that the wild natives are tormented.

The poison is soon to pipe, he is your doctor.