Текст песни Песочные Люди - Про Рэп

About rap is my temper , when it is not expensive
My bunk , burrow den
In as when loud when hashish bomb
When no pockets dick really

In the ghetto, the wind force breaks the loop
Note bro this is my place is not inherited
Kilowatts rap pressure on turnips
Rent evil sound
And instead of tape you
Get these sounds
And the essence of their
tied the fate
Not put you in these bonds
My muse dose
Sharp thorn krosfaer
equivalent flame
Give me millions
I 'll set them in a split second
Zeros buy dope
Sduy the dust
Let me go on soap
Laws would face fashion stuffed
The smell of mud , he will not leave
While throws fluff pitchfork
Have mercy on these patients virus
I see myself become closer in their niche
Smash smash bro clichés
Smash smash bro clichés

About rap is my temper , when it is not expensive
My bunk , burrow den
In as when loud when hashish bomb
When no pockets dick really

Who knew the first time
He catches a muse
When each phrase
Breaks all at once
Zahleb portions escapes from the heart
It would be desirable to the end
make clear
To postpone memory
Children do not touch
And they take
Listen alive chew
In the minds of intricate lace
A pile of smoke from his mouth words
Lucky horseshoe nail from
Above the entrance of the nozzle breaks
For smoke from the throat
Fighting fire and water for the word
Hover thoughts
Under the bass to taste
Who knew the first time
He catches a muse
When each phrase
Breaks all at once