walkie x Шумм - Жертва - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Walkie:

War, war, war, for lists

How much more should I win to become an artist?

How many millions of views on our way

Will the eyes turn into wallets? Check the bags.

I have been on my mind for years, through criticism of loved ones bottomless

But without faith, it will not be possible to see his God, friend

I thought the pain of the incomprehensible - that it was just hell

But even more, more, more painful pain is wrong

You, a campaign, confused me with your balagur

I fly in your screen (inhale) like Uncle Yura

I swear like an uncle cord, Leningrad as a prosecutor's office

Accuses me of the fact that I am an immigrant and moron

I'm trying to bore you, but you are hawing, and that’s it!

I am an actor one of the best, but a mediocre director

Here wild animals with noise, but the truth will open like a knife

If you give you a crowd, you won't lead it anywhere

Shumm:

I will be far from the first and not the last one who gave you everything

Its time is true to death, as if in shackles, under the castle

I will always sing my songs to you, even though everything is clear without words

On the altar, lias with drops of blood, just give me the main role.

Walkie:

Not the first and not the last one who gave you everything

Its time is true to death, as if in shackles, under the castle

I will always sing my songs to you, even though everything is clear without words

On the altar, lias with drops of blood, just give me the main role.

Eminem:

The Souls Escaping, Through this Hole that its gaping

This world is min for the taking

Make Me King

Shumm:

We are all naive children that the tracks found tracks on the cassette, these rappers in them

Left on me and on you marks

Gave faith in success and how to fuck it

Hatred the hatred of those who with the hands of marketing

Karakuli on the sheet made sacred, rap game

This is what I am breathing and there is nowhere to run away

I hope you choke on your fucking laugh before

.. when you understand that you lived wrong, ran in which ..

..les and this is a lie: for suffering heaven as a gift

Will once provide all of us in paradise a ticket, I would be in hell

After all, there are rumors and legends, faith in that

That the music is from the devil, in it there is a flame and where then

How not there to look for confessions, in exile, all years

I did what I imposed on me and knowledge - darkness

When they teach how to be a detail, "do so!"

Well, let me go out, my suitcase

I took a cord shoes, because I have to go

This is your meloncholy, rotten party I'm not a fan

Me .. is the present, the sun, not a lantern

Bringing, taking and leaving into the distance, the road curls, on it is an altar

And I will have to, now give, without a murmur and without question, all that is expensive for me and leave your tears to yourself

After all, you either bite like a greyhound dog, or just ridiculous barking

And until the hell froze, I will be on bits due to dreams, reach the stars

Now the main question is: "Are you ready to give the body, soul and give me your brain

Without the right to betrayal, plus .. to serve my will still the pulse remains

Know what is with the devil to taste a dance, ”I will lead them along and never return