Текст песни Баста - Листья пуэра под кипяток

my rap - that's not what I live
tell me that they know these floors
what a mistake and a real shit
and how far from the top of the city cars

my rap - a code understandable to those who survived and is alive
in this world of pain stitched and lies
how are you, Sheriff, without a soul?
go to the temple to atone for sins, to sin

Paradise not vedesh when the bubble and gelding
though in reverse sure you ...
many difficult lie, a little simple truth
cold bravado there no heat

we slept too long in these cliffs of concrete and steel
soon we will not
the water from the bridge, right off the bat.
choose your Haller of Haller hundreds

choose a career of hundreds of careers
Reluctantly kapayas in a musty desk
disney world is not - help for Respect
sunlight or equal truth at all

my rap - a mix of inspiration and laziness
of samples and love for Lena
this is something that the soul of the people who shared with me
(what?)
what it is worth more than money

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Puer leaves under hot water
Smoke and bitterness
The bitterness of the cup, took a sip
Do you remember

how long you live, and that close up
number - a mystery
Puer leaves under hot water

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dangerous habit of megalomania
and for me it's better to be crazy than impersonal
I evil for those who are not cured me Lechiva
until you switch off the light will stay personality

nerves seriously scale of Pichu
and do not care that my not always rhythmic recitative
To hell with TV, I look at my network klipchik
To hell with ambition, there would not be a prey.

if not in conflict with the law, but at odds with conscience
while the very judge who is who and who you are
I do not want to be neither a bull nor bacon
I'm not a horse, but good life grounded

on the perimeter of a thorn under the current
we are here for now, but if things get out without a key by digging
then a bunch of labor chitakov
I did not read it and I was so abruptly

because to go upstairs, I do not need drag
and to read a rap I do not want Mike-Mike-Mike
so that mustache Motel
LOOK INSIDE bro, it does not say there is an art

Respect our Tus and those who are with us on the Kursk
charges the feelings these strange illusions
and as long as people believe in rap in Russian
let us accompany the muse! good luck ...

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Puer leaves under hot water
smoke and bitterness
the bitterness of the cup, took a sip
you remember

how long you live, and that close up
number - a mystery
Puer leaves under hot water
...