Yanix - Улица - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Hook] -Bonus B

They don't care what is my truth, though

I can not stand so long silently

Dick I put on your stage,

Street in my heart and on this point.

Nananananan and on this point,

Nananananan on this point

Nananananan on this point

Street in my heart and on this point.

[VERSE 1] -Bonus B

All this shit is rather strange, but not for those whose life thriller-cinema,

Here grams per gram blow all the Heidro, I, it seems, to Java, but I see a prophetic dream.

Smoke Mary Jane as my cologne, yes, I'm in love with this bitch,

Maybe, so my flow is nothing to do with the eternal path to sober preferred.

let Ebalo shuffle a stupidly sitting narrator, I go to work again, wish me good luck,

Only girls cry for money pack, but I will not be puzzled in getting surrender.

My Hasl-their executioner, bro, SVEG is strictly Robert Deniro,

The more Mudila in the game on the way, the less the world becomes.

But a little bit, hurry to kill them there is no need,

Everyone who screams is that he is one, only psycho, out do not play against drugs.

But we are so young, gas pedal to the floor, try to catch a catch,

Further leaving the marriage, more and higher than fly.

[Hook] -Bonus B

[VERSE 2] -Yanix

God Damn, on the legs of Jumpman, fight, all day with me Mary Jane, fight,

Okay, do you know EN? Fight, murderer worse Max Pain, fight.

Bang Bang, battle, Boni, Yani, Hydra, Wu Teng, Fight, Our gang is wider,

Patent, battle, do not copy us, my rap, fight, like snow in the desert.

What do you know about how to make money on the street, someone is already a hasslit, and someone learns,

Russian rap in most is a miserable, they have money? No, this is an illusion.

Everyone every day every day, every day,

K-k-every day, k-k-every day on the same shit.

I do not cut a dream it or a yawa, the press of the bill in the hands of a mazolite eye,

It's getting closer in the quality of sound to the United States, getting closer in the quality of life to the United States.

I take the fattest piece of the cake, eater's ass in Kardashian,

I'm in this shit forever, sorry, so all Hi Hi heights.

[Hook] -Bonus B

[VERSE 3] -Gidra

Okay, I put the point above and, block-my house, call me Street,

Number one, fucking psycho, in vain you thought you were invincible.

For megacritin, my broken facer is indisputable as a fucking fact,

The broken tact in my ears is twisted all twenty-four hours.

Critina is not rushing, dick on them, I do not fuck me,

Mutim style, pop sucks, way one-free flight.

I'm in my heart forever, so much shit, but I did not settle down,

The weather does not truck, I move to the bar, the gait is light, I flew in life.

In the bold bit flan, we are climbing in full without a maz to the floor,

No wonder my feet trampled concrete, imagine: this is a race and I'm far away,

The concrete city of the window is burning, we prepare your new charge on the studio,

Can not be silently standing, everyone has their own truth in life.

[Hook] -Bonus B