08.AMG - AMG - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

First verse:

I hear the voices of the haters of all kinds

Where did this catfish come from, sit down and listen to the bastard

You thought I would shut up after Tip Solo

But the whole rapper scene was raised by catfish

The mouth of God was told by RVI Padonkov // Shoot-shooting //

And remember the heavens will help, you reflect the streets

Do everything quietly, clean

You are more often on the roads than on the gyguli taxi drivers

And Bosle's battle, rappers climb into the booths

Jae Babtists began to wear mini yupks

There were many spots of pure white on black blacks

And there will be more grandmas than in the houses of the adapted

Listen and trust the one who is called the whole

You are the mouth of God, showed that the court is higher than

Yes, they have battalions, but there are no specialists in the detachments

And you are one stronger than their 1000 fighters

Chorus:

Heaven they are without borders, they tell me a catfish in fact did not sleep

They will help me, and the clouds of the wind are roding

And on concrete, everything is still worth that eternal outbuilding!

Heaven they are without borders, they tell me a catfish in fact did not sleep

They will help me, and the clouds of the wind are roding

And on concrete, everything is still worth that eternal outbuilding!

Second verse:

Boars Airmix, you hear a clatter, beware

You turn around, just drink a bitch peroxide immediately

Well, how to spray, running like a lynx, from my area

You are Zhopoliz, Pizdalis, you are just a fag from Bon

Let's look at the catfish, learn something son

You tell me a drunk that is smoother self -fool or an absin, that is better than tea or gasoline, that is a lounger juice or jimbin

Advice you unenvaluate me that I love fans

You sucker, screaming that I am fraudulent

Tune to me, I agree that the imigration made itself felt

And the next track I will write down on evil by the dable

So that everything stalled to write bits of Dube Raim

Caution my bits as if in a belly knife

Noshpa will not help you after this pain in Zhvyoye

And after Biffe with me, all your Blue-Rap and Black masks will become one color of a pink-colored bitch!

Chorus:

Heaven they are without borders, they tell me a catfish in fact did not sleep

They will help me, and the clouds of the wind are roding

And on concrete, everything is still worth that eternal outbuilding!

Heaven they are without borders, they tell me a catfish in fact did not sleep

They will help me, and the clouds of the wind are roding

And on concrete, everything is still worth that eternal outbuilding!