Девушка читает Реп - Интересные вопросы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Interesting questions arise at night.

What do rappers lack for high and bliss?

And what everyone dreams of when putting on a robe.

Thinking out loud, please pay attention, someone give me a microphone.

The little daughter comes up to her mother and asks the little one:

-Is rapper good? - yes, it’s not bad at all,

-But I heard idleness on their minds!

Sing for days! They drink at night! That's a hangover in the morning!

They call girls chicks and chicks!

Cigarettes are stuffed with small Christmas trees!

- No, it’s not like that! different rappers!

There is no answer to the question of who they are!

Interesting questions arise at night.

What do rappers lack for high and bliss?

And what everyone dreams of when putting on a robe.

Thinking out loud, please pay attention, someone give me a microphone.

Here the direction of hip-hop is remember this son, join us if you decide to become like this!

Do you think cous-rep consists of tears?

No, you write what you see without censorship!

And seriously, if Tiksta composes what they are like in their souls,

If you write what happened, what you sensed,

If you share creativity with someone, I’m sure!

This means he will be worthy in any case!

Interesting questions arise at night.

What rappers lack for high and bliss.

And what everyone dreams of when putting on a robe.

Thoughts out loud, I ask for your attention, please give me a microphone.

-Who are you? -Rapper! -Okay, sit down! -What's on your mind? say don't be afraid! -What does rapper mean? Tell! - So I’m listening to rap!! - Do you drink something yourself? Yes, but some kind of nonsense! -What are you writing? what do you want? what is all this for?

I want world peace! I want to listen to more rap! sit on forms! be friends with people like me!

Write more tracks! that I wasn’t the only one listening to them!

Be like a shock from Tim! So that people don’t pass by on the street!

So that they are afraid of karesh in my area!

To be a jock boxer who served time in the zone.

Oooh, what can I say! you want too much!

But sorry! You can hardly achieve this!

When there is frost in the eyes! Panos in your mouth! hungry wind!

It doesn’t matter to them what the rapper wants!

The rapping here is top-notch, we compose without danger.

We'll chop up our opponents and immediately rip off the cash registers,

But we never gave concerts or competitors; if we had known, we would have given them, we would have won everyone over at once.

Even the evil eye won’t help, I’m an artist without any oil.

I can hit you with a word so that your phases sway,

The direction of hip-hop, the inscription that glitters all in rhinestones

For rappers with Ural fakes, we break them and mark the base.

Interesting questions arise at night.

What do rappers lack for high and bliss?

And what everyone dreams of when putting on a robe.

Thinking out loud, please pay attention, someone give me a microphone.

The player in my head is always on

But it belongs strictly to hip-hop

R`n`b style definitely doesn’t fit here

And everyone who respects himself knows this

Only rappers know how to relax cheerfully

They walk freely in any area

Each of them has a motto, a title

Resting Mazova hip-hop people.