Текст песни Nik'Mac - Музыка крыш

Above hung a small Chicago skies
Dusty urban TTA, smoke wafts into the city.
Breathing of streets, roofs of the music in solo,
Stained string dangle a hundred pounds.
Clouds Smokey and the stuff on the wire,
Underground sound from the depths, the quiet of the pool.
As long as you breathe, the soul writes verses,
Underground in the style of "fucking ghetto"
Thoughts echoing soar by quarters,
Thousands of hungry minds under the fiery napalm.
Stela smoothly, leaving dust kopatsya,
After all, music is the fruit of mental strength.
Making mud, swinging pendulum beautiful,
From side to side on the Russian sites.
Stir in the process and we need a reason,
Music roofs konekt from city to city.

The streets pulsate to the rhythm of hip-hop,
Clouds of marijuana paint line.
The city is shrouded thoughts and voices,
Music roofs, under fiery skies.