Стивен Сига - Тысяча призраков ft. Хайд - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Stevie Insane:

Why are you going to go home here again? After all, obviously not your business,

But Steve, the broken brain is an evil set, let's change your civilized tone to the howl,

With the name of the Volan de Mort, you are angry, but poor in mind, walks on my call, a gullible cat,

Only a monster is waiting for him, the result is eternal, a ghost is a messenger of dreams, he will take you

In your world, remember the nightmare, is he playing? Yes, here your tongue is dead like Latin, Zay,

You do not understand this dream, blond, but your fear breeds new weaknesses, give them,

This is a game, Crete of phrases, a scream awaits you - collapse, Steve is right,

I call you kit-kat, because in fact you are my dessert, Steve Twin Bit Bas!

Still hungry, new noon, I grow up in search of a new I,

For a long time in the cold, anger captured me anger that he had taken a thousand ghosts.

Words roy but Medyakov zero, for so cling you, quit bro,

Your Slow Flow does not tear shelter, in my opinion it is stupid like Co-Co!

Hyde:

I have rap in my jaw, vision “minus”: where you see a dash, I see a panchi through a dash.

Having stepped over herself, the muse appeared, with words ready for everything for me, with dick - to you.

I am a psycho and I live in the ward, I whisper under my nose, I breathe in the incense,

I go in a dressing gown, because I see ghosts and I am silent, I have, fucking, Galates in the closet!

And in general, we would not even want to bring it to people, but we are nonhumans, and we accidentally fuck them.

And we are ready to collect all your skulls and drink from them, we will become an autopathic brothers.

Stop me someone ... Thank you, now give the microphone back.

You believed that I really in vain pounced on the good of the postulates.

Eblan! I am evil in the flesh, and you are broken, run, otherwise the brothers will find you,

In the ass, the world in this track fucks, loving, under the bit for almost eight minutes wheezing.

Heidi visit the spirits so often, as if between the worlds a bridge was found.

They miss and write to me SMS at night with texts, I call it guststraiting.

Sorry, friend, but your beloved rapper had just left this world, exclaiming that our bit is cool, and his head was sick of us until they suddenly demolished it.

I’m carrying your towers like banshee, we are so high, Isus right there.

You only have puddles from the mouth. In circles in the fields, we say, the sound is circulating below the world.

There is so much water in this text, Poseidon is distraught, the microphone is my trident.

But you pray for this rain, who hit the abbot in the desert,

To extinguish them with the same Lightwowy.

I don’t give a damn that the script is absurd, everyone plays and happy drops,

So drink, bitches.