N1ce - Самокритичность Рэпера - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Something I was seriously carried away by these battles, something else to chop the other to me! Well, it would be a bunch of problems around, new interests in the tracks of rhyme with breakdown! SAMOS for Eminem, working out reading, I am learning to give normally, but in the end again behind the gate! But I will lay down in the future, as if laying tiles, and screams of freaks are as terrible as sharp moments in films! Critics bite the elbows, there is nothing to complain about, I still sit in a repita in Aimpe in a little ... everything has changed sharply, and unexpectedly when the tower was the text in 2 hours, now for 30 minutes! I can withdraw dreams as I collect stadiums, graffiti on the walls of NIS LOVE! And I wake up on the throat in the swamp again, but a year will pass and Laki will return to anyone! Behind the back of the voice, they say his tracks do not make sense, but they themselves pull their underpants like a ballista arrow! I do not want everything at once and quickly, I would survive now, even though sparks fly from my eyes! I am Mr. in a mask, like Peter Parker, but envies, and I get cunts from fagots in the park! There are no gifts from the fans, although fans are really stupidly imitating that they are trembling their herd! I am in despair, no one seriously perceives, assuming stupidly to my words like ahhueno shakes! I do not sleep at night, I think about the future, now there is a difficult period, there is something to think about ... The ancestors dropped their hands, said that I was stupid, that they were studying, and not compose texts in the lessons! I don’t care, for me, rap is more important, in connection with which I forgot the multiplication table! Burning in the body, with wiretapping Uncle Zhenya, some kind of weak envy, which is more difficult for me! I do not want wealth and a certain celebrity, I do not want PR from the stars of the business show ... I just do my own, from which I rush, no matter how they kick, I didn’t spit, I didn’t wash myself in powder! He did not fall by the mother’s type of shock, albeit a schoolboy, that was a schoolboy, and not shkolota like a semblance! Not grabbing Panchi with a pair. As a form, I’m not a button -out schmuck, albeit a low bar ... The self -criticism in themselves just scares everyone, they say the rest consider themselves to be a labor, and you fall morally ... guy!