FTP - Замыкая цепь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We are at a dead end of our worn consciousness,

But they became something big than who were previously

Sometimes they crawled, sometimes we took off, round after round

And if you are for the truth, mock this underground

There is every third bastard, but we do not roll cotton

3203, kid, hike came here in vain

No condescension to you, because this

We are not just here, and in the end you will be rolled

Passed miles, Dali, let me know that we are huyarim

Yes, your rap is oral, boy, will not insert anyone anymore

Do not need medals, you know, do not wait for yourself in the finale,

Lost with dignity, closing the chain, close the fuck

Heart, main organ, faulty, climbs into the throat

Someone will be caught besides, only the Bulik will be blown up

Fucks a bomb, Chek it combo, you don't need a grammar

With Appatia, in oblivion, do you fool? A grenade on you

Why are we going here, to win, you envy

There is no morality, the style is fatal, your ears will crush your ears.

Yes, and they didn’t see such, this sound becomes beckoning from the subway.

Voices from the bottom shouted: "Guys, Dischast Sanya"

Under a pony-pan, but the forgotten reality presses on the brains,

As if the mouths were clogged with pieces.

So they did not know who we began to compete with,

And for the sake of excitement, Sednya youngsters are driving an uncle.

Tiiiiisha, we walk on the heads

Is it important that I read to you? Is it important how many times have you passed

See, carefully on the sides

We know that in Batle you broke many, but for you it will be the final.

Know your place, you are a poetess,

rap for you like a lezginka for Messi

Thown the consequences? True, all in the text, but now let's weigh everything

You will fall from the roof with a stone, we will be shocked at the bite, if anyone does not like all the envious

Closing the chain I definitely see the goal

You will see the truth through masks on your face

The distance was scored, they gave free rein

There are no droplets of morality here, dick on your munya laid

Look around you see a fuck

Here everyone is immersed in many of their problems

Yes, you are nobody in your guise, be more likely

Until I was locked in his own duplicity

Close your eyes, do you hear our voices?

This FTP sends you the cargo

Turn back, do not down the pole

From the basement, the sound puts everyone in places

The system practices us something important, closing the line, see what the citizens are going on, we all mired in the rapper now this mania, constrained by one chain, it controls us