Гром и Сом - Наш ход - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chorus Shot

Our year is our style, our move is your Shtil, light your wick your Full Suffer, if you do not know I ask me to close your mouth, who is here ...

Part I. Shot

You can talk a lot, but do something with your own head, this is not the first room, but peace has long died in me,

While you were waiting for the weather for years, the proud breeds of the slag mountain, mountains of imperfections, my audience is a simple people, as if Foria’s talent is not rushing, a mistake and again attempt number two failed, scum or fall in the mud, the first solo I was a success. I did while you scattered, dreaming of taking my place my songs were interesting, yours were just fresh, they walked around the heads, did what we need to come home, I was now against all and without leaving the style,

This means a bunch of conversations only negative, many dibats and disputes, but it is stupidly myth, my music with me has become a hardened technique, an epidemic of hip-hop if you have not yet known

Chorus:

Our year is our style, our move is your Shtil, light your wick your scoop, if you do not know I ask me to close your mouth, who is Don -a, Som Boss and Shot - 2 times

II Part Don-a

In one city were born, right now, we are on the track, and the distance as an artist is not played by a pension, a move abroad, but the homeland brought talents, there are many changes in life, but it seems that I did not become rich, whom it pulls on the floor, whom on the left you are right, and we are in the center as a crossing of diaganals, will does not give a micro shaving for the curtains, you don’t go out onto the scene as without experience, make six albums then say that I am not a reper, you don’t even get to the beat of my kid like me The wind, we started in the basement with a rap, everything came from there, but from the darkness we saw the light as a camera of Apskuda, now our rhymes are written with chalk at the school on the board, chased in Kacela, Moscow, in New York, in Petropavlovsk, but I am not a drop I did not arrive with this big plus in me, I achieved a lot thanks to music

Chorus:

Our year is our style, our move is your Shtil, light your wick your scoop, if you do not know I ask me to close your mouth, who is Don -a, Som Boss and Shot - 2 times

III Part Som

Close your mouths, AMG came on the battlefield of three, we can’t hear us, take it above in the iPhone, we’ll configure the waves