Текст песни Fike - Нашим Людям

like hard drugs tracks crawling on areas
everyone will like surround sound obёbanym
As before Fike and Jambazi together so
will remember the meat because you're sitting on a bomb ass
at night the streets are empty, we can not cool down
in splendid where divorced women when bred bridges
guys just to pussy on the deserted streets
we did not try to grow, we were just trying to save
gangs outside the gates of twists rap gaining momentum
Skeels we overclocked both coaches have a cardinality kapotomi
Styles were mixed rap and ragga bindings
lomis clubs and catch with speaker tracks, so they
Take care of that power when it is only in the land of concrete
Remember that the meat that left us more for later
I am not a descendant of Tupac but is stupid.
my rap became a bitching
style that you can buy it all as absurd
who says strives to lave the weld and generate a fake and not rap
one ahead of time who will show those who are blind
that in front of our themes they seem dead soul
Raschke dick who put orders of magnitude
where pyramids piled grandmother
gorilam talked enough to drink, but all were in rags
good thump my nation, we've got a rap neebatsa
it is time to understand that Rasch rap and it's time to wake up