Текст песни Nebo7 - Магия звука

While we were dying of sheets,
fatty fag asked to put them on the air.
After the contents of their songs easy
And it fulfills all the conditions of the genre.

They mutili choruses, and we mutili Evening.
I felt his teeth before going to bed, they saw sheep
I came to the club for an autograph and a photo
She is a fan of hip hop. And it is clear in a rap.

Also hooked rhymes. And rap about Khrushchev.
They're addicts, yeah, well be more.
Also bits that knock on the rhythm of my pulse.
She did not understand. Why rap concert will not be allowed.

At present. When the text goes into the box.
When you write for money, no one klyanchaesh.
When you write for the loot, but not for the dough.
When you do not zapadlo kropal good

Even the homeless. I did a track on otebis.
Do you track your obzhuy, fearing that in the hit parade down
He falls. And watch for rating VKontakte.
I was also so, but those years

Long gone. I was sixteen years old.

Trim Wire all social networks
Just be alone with yourself in silence sit

As the autumn. I again fill up the knowledge bank
About the world. I go to the department, to testify.
On my ship aground, there is nothing to moisten the dry throat
And throw people crossed my path proudly.

As the autumn. I fired again with lousy
Works. My soul shakes - not of sewing.
Shiloh I only sewed on. Eye for an eye knocks.
Do not accept new people, but I accept sarcasm,

Tablets, sometimes accept gifts.
I am at war with its neighbors. They like tanks
Thunder sometimes the pipes. I responded well
In greeting bow weighed out

All my life I proebalya believing that there was a struggle.
People spread out like a deck of cards in two rows,
All my life I had been closed, and all life undernourished.
I do not chasing money, and for good, but there was none there.