Ghetto it won't be bad but little bit later And I Looking for god, writing him letter
Рискуешь, не помяни 2ZID-а ты всуе Звук рисует несу негатив в се будто бы туя Я на басу, я тута бур типа соседа в позднем часу Я донесу до тебя суть хотя бы чуть её это мой путь Птичьи права, я на весу, сигай на весы я тебя довезу И ты права, это не дом, отличаюсь умом птица говорун Видимо сон в коме видимо ломит тело годами лежу Пол металл Flow тяжёл, он чугун Коли досуг мне не до сук, ты будь уверен друг, они пасут Интересует мягкость моего зуба, издревле чист и четыре, как сух Они вокруг, они повсюду пальцем показывать на них не буду Они часть люда, они же суд без капли стыда ахинею несут Тут мутно, берега путал, крепло днище моего судна Даже не вздумай совать носище ты в мою немытую посуду Сын блудный лени, терпения - нуль, стало быть, как до Китая до Будды Бунт не, не дерьмо я тону, но в последний момент, я тут делаю (вдох)
Ghetto it won't be bad but little bit later Had up don't getting u mad cause it no matter And I looking for god, writing him letter Letter, letter, letter Ghetto it won't be bad but little bit later Had up don't getting u mad cause it no matter And I looking for god, writing him letter Letter, letter, letter Ghetto, it won't be bad, but a little bit later And I Looking for God, writing him a letter
You're taking a risk, don't mention 2ZID—you're wasting your time The sound draws, I carry negativity into everything, like a thuja I'm on the bass, I'm here, a drill, like a neighbor at a late hour I'll convey the essence to you, at least a little of it, this is my path Bird rights, I'm on the scale, jump on the scale, I'll take you And you're right, this isn't a home, I'm a smart talking bird Apparently, sleep is in a coma, apparently my body aches, I've been lying there for years The floor is metal Flow is heavy, it's cast iron If I have no time for bitches, rest assured, my friend, they graze Interested in the softness of my tooth, pure and strong since ancient times, like dry They're all around, they're everywhere, I won't point a finger at them They're part of the people, they're the ones who shamelessly spout nonsense Here It's murky, the shores are confused, the bottom of my ship is hardening. Don't even think about sticking your nose in my unwashed dishes. Prodigal son of laziness, patience - zero, so it's like China is a long way from Buddha. Rebellion, no, not shit, I'm drowning, but at the last moment, I'm doing this (inhale).
Ghetto, it won't be bad, but a little bit later. Had up, don't get mad, cause it doesn't matter. And I'm looking for God, writing him a letter. Letter, letter, letter. Ghetto, it won't be bad, but a little bit later. Had up, don't get mad, cause it doesn't matter. And I'm looking for God, writing him a letter. Letter, letter, letter.