Bushido - 4, 3, 2, 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Then I was too young for this, no one has yet understood anything about business.

I thought that I earn money by rap otherwise the day was posted

Aggrobusiness, then there was not yet aggosuch

I thought that only I am important Agro, I was almost brutally destroyed

I was given a chance and I gave my word

put the tracks, because only because of me Cordon Sport returned again to life

curse, because only because of me then the unit returned

Through Bushido, there was a Rappovsky case represented by a rat

For you it was clear - Khalil, I understood -

Clearly, Flare and me were slightly used to turn

We were such inexperienced. 1000 shit promises here

2000 shit there. And we became poor because of rap.

Damn, Agrro did not explain anything to us

I only explained my mom and my Yamaha MD8

Thank you mother, to the hell of Agro, I have nothing to do

You owe me my time, my patience is over

Bitch, you betrayed me, we were so charged

What I wanted to beat you just to death, didn't you like it without me?

I trusted our brand

But then I noticed that I would have to leave her, you are shit traitors

Hook:

it was Siggi, Patrick, Bobby sown I am here without

Siggi, Patrick, Bobby I stayed me

Siggi, Patrick, Bobby, I was not pleased

To hell with you, three cripples, I thank Agger Berlin

It was Siggi, Patrick, Bobby Now I am here without

Siggi, Patrick, Bobby I stayed me

Siggi, Patrick, Bobby, I was not pleased

To hell with you, three cripples, I thank Agger Berlin

Part 2:

Despite this, I still stayed with FLER. Almost two Spaich | Halil and a screwer were seriously satisfied. Because they used to earn more than two fools

I endured, we were afraid that they would throw us

I tell me what I was doing? I needed to slap to all

Siggi, Bobby, Bobby Siggi

I did not want to hang out from the beginning with one who swallows our pills from Amsterdam

Damned cripples, drug addicts, I feel relaxed

Shit traitors, shit lies, shit bitch

I completely disappointed, I left you

don't ask me who i'm here

Here are looking "King Gangstar Rap in German"

You thought I was nothing without you, you went

Due to the fact that you do not go with you

I'm sorry about this time, no will not be new

And if I hunt you, each of you need a gun

go look in the mirror, the whole country will find out the truth

To hell with a brand, to the line of performers, to hell your curve

Now you are Majors? What happened to independence?

I don't care about you, I consider you the most terrible people.

I was so hoping for your brand

And soon everyone will also quit, treble traitors!