Loc-Dog - SWAG - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This is my day or day coming,

It doesn’t matter what a day, I know, the next one will be the same as the previous one.

In your red eyes, I was looking for the fifth sun,

And you all hapal and hapal ...

Where did the tail and horns come from, because we took the roots alone in lonely soil,

Brother, there is so little mutual love in the world, and the fact that I have left here shamelessly damage.

You can stick out about what you can stick out on everything, but I'm not talking about drugs a small narrow -minded fag!

There are thousands of new nostrils of you, but not knowing pain from needles.

Children of the district, Vasya, the system will destroy you as soon as you finish with your mother’s neck.

Like a whore, it is only accustomed to consume and lie. The boys became up to a bunch of shawls, jewelry. Swag!

And we lagged behind fashion along the way, adult nifers are grimacing, dancing cheerfully, this is in trend, this is wow, this is in circulation, you,

But you are not a rapper, you are an animator.

Looking for a muse to drop on a crazy wave,

Swallowing eagerly his saliva when someone rose.

Spitting in the back of the roots for the sake of glory minutes,

You call a business - a jerk near your thirty or a clatter, or a hundred or two.

You sweat over your favorite herd of rhymes, or you are proud of catacombs, a dead plank -jacket, bumps,

Or sick with the idea of swinging your big muscles - healthy lifestyle,

Choose that brain that you fuck, or remain a sucker on the other side of the gray screens.

I am glad to serve his listeners as a slave,

They are unhappy in the return that we will not die so early.

You are looking for pain here, here you are looking for dirt, here you are looking for a conscience, where did you come from?

You are every nagerian as a cobane, you are pagans apparently, but do not know the idol from fashion.

The system is not blown up, as you do not sweat,

You can see like many - the body,

So go work.

What is your protest, blow the heel where the department is?

It is better to smile in the theater with such success!

We woke up under water, there we breathed evenly ichtyanders.

It seemed all this, but not with me,

Destroying the molecules one at a time,

Dripped this truth ...

But there is no truth here, there is another parish,

Your love changed the amphetamine waste Glushnyak,

And we used to treat the roof, behind the fences we fell into a puddle fucking flat,

They chopped funds on your suckers that are mutating this rap for their street, a difficult childhood,

Baby, I give the undressed heart, because the one who was on the edge usually does not sprinkle.

All this nonsense will end with me, it may remain after,

Frankly fuck me ...

Hello to all your own! I broadcast again from the southeast, from the southeast