DobRabbit - Мечта Дуэлянта - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Verse 1:

I can pour liters of whiskey and at least give back to my homeland

And smoking schmaltz so that Marley and Shiva smoke on the sidelines.

And it doesn’t stop me from getting up in the morning and aiming rhymes at your tower. Although I’m not a traffic fine, I’ll get you out of the way.

You are all famous, but I came from the mountain and pushed it from the first rounds: Rap is not just songs!

But you won’t take this business out of the mainstream, because rap was and will be music like the fucking Beatles and the Sex Pistols

And although I can’t be in tandem with Rihano, this music makes my life no worse than just ideal.

Ha, you know what I'll tell you? I wouldn’t sit down with you to shit in a field, even though we got hooked on rap together.

According to your horoscope, you are a Virgo, right? Hey, we're so excited!

but you are a master of transformation, because now you have become a cancer. But the whip bend back, otherwise I, like Vysotsky, shout to the judges: Hey, now you hunchback!

Chorus:

You close your mouth, because lead closes your opportunity to live further.

Oh my God, what are you doing Dob? There is a corpse in front of you! It's a dead Ti-rex, boy.

And the judges may inflate your scores, but in my personal opinion, the jury really doesn’t have a score there.

After all, you don’t even smell like victory

But remember, victory is the Duelist’s dream!

Verse 2:

And let today I have only two fans, and not hundreds of whining women like at the Zippo concert in Moscow.

But God knows the world is strange

Here there are Princes made of mud, and flies out of elephants, wearing masks!

Beat your head against the wall and prove that my zeal for the top looks so ridiculous from the outside. But don’t forget where we live... Here you can become a star even when you are Ranetka, a bitch, not like a rapper.

As they rightly said somewhere: there is no laziest song, because I’m too lazy to write it, which means that even if I write on the last day, it will sound crap.

After all, I locked Drake, Jayzee and Wayne in my head, sorry guys but it's true!

But here's the picture. They throw a T-Rex into the pit bull's cage and say that for good grades you have to tear your pussy.

After all, I’m not a telepath, not a dreamer, not a psychic.

But I can say that this MC did not have a planned pit stop at the battle.

I don’t need to diss anymore, all sorts of Tbilis, bullshit, because women now flow from the name, you know, Billy Milligan.

And you're daddy's boy! I came here to raft and read a rap. Well, why the hell are you reading it as if it were the Bible?