Стивен Сига - Hate - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Angry bro again asks for shelter again, the wanderer will throw firewood,

This little party in my head while I am a lotus pose is looking for a symbiosis of words for you,

Give me a hip-hop, not a kid-pop, give me a fight,

Give me a fight! You are ready to shake your head here,

On the fly, the amplitude of those waves, brother, stands, Stevi will send another pack in binge here,

You are not ready, and they did not prepare their little wars, that it is closed here it is torn again and into battle,

Give me waves, ala bombs or what you could, the backpers of the background, in the throat of the lump and backed away,

But how many words were there, Pontus Vili with foam at the mouths, but without owls they simply will not overpower the cue ball ...

They made a din

Here and there, Space Music, gives life to the bits, behind the back of a thousand ghosts and Zlyuk Hyde,

To compete with us is your stupid plan. You Know?

I am so when they use my texts like Google Map, they are looking for anything but not a jump and a buzz,

This time a rude enemy is waiting for them here. You Know?

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Hey, they hate us, we’ll get high,

Come on or, or,

Stand in our ranks (Space),

Or quietly disappear kisa

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I am a crazy doctor, and this is my fresh experience,

While the paramedic is accumulating, the strength and by no means less often anger,

He cannot overcome this gap and abyss, the lot is abandoned,

And this thousand Floo, trembling, flocks of merry fellow tolerate in them,

In the head of the voice, on the tracks I did not tie up by myself,

In my eyes, awe, excitement, I see rappers, at the sight of Steve, they blindly retreat back to her,

Gather the whole booth, and hate me amicably, I dare to say,

Salag will contain a ravine, and I sent there many, wait for the replenishment will be fun for you,

Hunger wakes up, I throw it to choose him in a bowl of spices,

These guys are so "light", they take everything to heart,

Too close to heart, as if they were obsessed here with a squeal,

It is a pity, but late they realize that for them I head - a list of disasters.